Some time ago, the first thing I usually do when I get up is go to the kitchen, put on the kettle to drink a large cup of hot water. I sip it. And while that happens, I meditate. Or I think that’s what I do. I had always told myself that I didn’t know how to meditate, at least not like some close people do. Now I think I meditate with each sip, while I feel how the warmth of the water goes down my throat, warms my belly, warming my spirits. That water runs through my body and connects me with the dawn to plan my day. What is urgent, what my body needs, what my family requires of me, and what are the household chores.

I sense I should write down all these duties to be able to prioritize them, therefore, making my day more efficient. Organize, create routines, be disciplined. That’s how I’ve read it should be, and so I’ve heard it from people I admire. But somehow lazy or stubborn, this but still exists. And I continue to plan my day my way. It works for me, for now. I learned that in my meditation, that some habits work for a while, then they change, they transform. Today, after so long without writing a few lines, this cup, with its water already warm, brought me here. Sip by sip.

How do you meditate? Do you plan your day, week, month, year?