I'm a master of delicate phrasing, I know (also fond of nice globs of sarcasm) but this is a serious question. How do you keep practicing when life goes googly-moogly? When your job sucks, your parents decide to go crazy, the kids are climbing higher up the walls then normal, hubby's a jerk, wifey's got the super PMS all the time, and living under a rock in Siberia is starting to look like a lovely real estate prospect? When you get the religious blahs, the mystic doldrums, and the gods you used to feel so close to seem to have instituted the Private Bubble Rule?
For those who are in it, what did you do before the Blah?
For those that went through it, what did you do to get out, and what did you do to keep the good going?
And for everybody that cares to comment, what is your daily/weekly/temporally reoccurring *thing* (if you have one) that you do to keep the faith alive?
- Message Board: Join in our discussion
