Sometimes, however hard I try to not make it so, I am ruled by my lizard brain (amygdala), hormones and emotions. I react instead of respond. Not that I am trying to be cool as a cucumber. I'm not. I just want to not make those drama filled moments flood into my life when, really, with any perspective at all I would just shrug it all off.
I am not my emotions.
I am also not a robot.
In a perfect world I would be able to express myself calmly and filled with grace and elegance. What really happens? I get flustered with passion and feeling and push my thoughts onto other people when they probably would rather not have it. My coolness evaporates like spit in the sun. The absolute WORST part through? I feel like I just threw up on someone and wish I could have just let whatever it was that got me into a tizzy go.
Story of what happened purposefully left out. It wasn't that big a deal, I just wish I had just let it go.
There has to be a better way. The thing is I know exactly what it is although lately I have resisted it - yep, back to the cushion I go. The studies around brain chemistry and the effects of mediation are too good to not do it. It's like learning about a new drug that would solve your problem, with no harmful side effects and not taking it. So, back to the cushion I will go.
M.R.I. brain scans taken before and after the participants’ meditation regimen found increased gray matter in the hippocampus, an area important for learning and memory. The images also showed a reduction of gray matter in the amygdala, a region connected to anxiety and stress. A control group that did not practice meditation showed no such changes. - NY Times Article
The science is right there. So, my butt is going back and hopefully my mind with follow.