It’s no secret that I’ve got serious anxiety issues. That’s been established for a long time, which is why I’ve been a chronic self medicator up until very recently (and it can be argued that I still am, only my medication is hours of low effort exercise). I suppose everybody self medicates with something, but to what extent and whether or not it’s healthy is debatable. There’s no debate with my self medication. It was pure insanity.
But back to my anxiety. I tried every imaginable remedy to “cure” my ailment, and my anxiety was debilitating, paranoid, “can’t get out of bed” type of anxiety. Nothing really worked until I worked to improve my mind and spirit. Part of this improvement included (among a lot of outside help) the incorporation of meditation into my daily life.
I had tried meditation in the past, and what I couldn’t overcome was the fact that I couldn’t fully rest my mind. I felt I was a failure at it, and so I quit, like many of us do. Here were some of the reasons I didn’t “get” meditation.
- I couldn’t find that true enlightenment that you think a Buddhist monk at the top of a mountain must have from years of practice. The inner peace that acts as a brick wall between you and your problems.
- I couldn’t get my mind to shut up! I felt that if I could accomplish this, I would be able to have control over my thoughts.
- I thought I could have some out of body experience where I would be able to look at myself meditating from above myself. I don’t know why I wanted this to happen, but I’d read it in a book once and I thought it would be pretty cool. Needless to say it never did.
- After a while of being frustrated with the actual practice of failing to shut down my mind, it became more of a burden to meditate.
- I wasn’t comfortable sitting cross legged on the floor with my back straight.
- I wasn’t a hippie
- I didn’t have my own room specially designed for meditation, complete with a picture of Buddha, a bunch of candles, and some Enya music in the background.
- I got really bored.
- I didn’t want to wake up early
- I felt like a failure because of all of the above.
Aside from most of this list being silly, it is clear that I didn’t understand what I wanted out of meditation, or rather, I set my expectations to high for it to work. Thus I stopped doing it and said it didn’t work for me.
Within the last couple years I revisited meditation with the intent of being open minded to what I would get from it. First, I set it up as an exercise in failure and adaptation. Every day meditation would be different. Some days I would be fully energized, some days I would be antsy, others I would be calm, etc. I simply accepted this and moved on. The important thing was that I immediately intended to give up control of my thoughts. Let them flow, and let them be what they may.
Second, I approached meditation with the new intent that I would listen rather than participate. My only job was to listen to my thoughts, not become a part of them. This is an important concept because I learned that you can’t (nor should you want to) shut down your mind. That would essentially kill you. Shutting down your mind implies that you have some control over that action. Once you let go of that control you begin to accept things that are out of your control. At that point you can become a spectator as thoughts float through your mind. This acceptance begins to lead to a better understanding of how you think, and thus you learn to find peace with yourself (inner peace).
There is a guided meditation app called Headspace
, which I learned about from the Tim Ferris Podcast
(Author of The 4 Hour Workweek, The 4 Hour Body
), which actually describes part of this concept very well. It tells us that our mind acts like a highway, with cars (thoughts) constantly speeding by. We are simply on the side of the road watching the cars drive past. Our job in this exercise is to simply watch the cars drive past without jumping into a car and going for a ride (or trying to drive the car).
When I first heard this, I immediately related and knew that’s how my brain worked. So I got to meditating and waited for the cars to pass by. I initially thought that my mind would be the equivalent of LA traffic during the apocalypse. What I realized instead was that the traffic in my head was actually very light, but the traffic that did come by were over sized tractor trailers hell bent on running me down. Thus for every thought that came my way it was hard for me not to jump on board. Some days the traffic of tractor trailers was light, and some days it was heavy, but the common theme was that I would have to work hard not to get run down by the semi.
I tend to think that because I am prone to jump on every thought that comes through my head, even when the traffic is light, this translates into obsession in the real world. These thoughts become obsessions, and the heavier the traffic becomes in my head, the greater anxiety I have (mental overload).
Once I learned this about myself, meditation became much easier. Since I discovered the real way my brain worked (which was different from what I originally thought), I could accept that and sit on the sidelines more easily. I could learn to gradually allow the tractor trailers to drive by without me jumping on. This was a great revelation to me, and really helped me enjoy meditation and get the most out of it.
I put aside all of my preconceptions about meditation as laid out in the above list, and focused on what worked for me, since everyone is different.
In the greatest sense, what I learned from meditation was a lot about how my mind worked. And once I knew how my mind worked, it became easier to let go and allow the mind to quiet itself as I sat on the sidelines. That mediation is not a perfect exercise, it is a practice in failure, something, I am proud to say, I am pretty good at.