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The Art of Living

So one of my coworkers convinced me to go to this free introductory class last weekend called "The Art of Living." Basically, the main point of the class was learning how to be happy with yourself and most importantly accept yourself (including your thoughts, your emotions, your fears, and your relationships). They focused on guiding us through a 30 minute meditation. And I have started doing it on my own now! You would be amazed at how centering (and easy) it is to just meditate for 25-30 minutes a day. The first time I did it on my own was in the sauna at the gym lol. Being able to just sit in silence and take in your surrounds is really refreshing.


Yes, this is actually me! :) I'm sitting on a deck at the Charles River Esplanade. The sunset here was amazing, especially with all the sail boats floating on by.


It's only been a week or so of meditation, but I actually like it. I feel like it might have started with my obsession with yoga this last semester, and seeing how much it impacted my life, that got me interesting in something like this. But, it could also be all the positive things I hear about it from other people. Either way, I think this is going to turn into something really good for me (even better than just being obsessed with yoga).

So, you can either read this and go on with your day, read this and make fun of me for meditating, or read this and become interested just like I did and go ahead and ask me about it :). It doesn't always hurt to try something new.
Location: The Esplanade, Boston, MA 02114, USA

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