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Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
Aug. 6th, 2013 05:31 pmNatalie's attempts at meditating in class had been a bust. But that was hardly news. Her brain had been busy for a while now. With Haiti, and then the Clint thing, and then Sunday. Not the sharks. Sam. And her less than stellar decisions that had felt pretty right at the time and which she wished she could have blamed on the adrenaline and stress of the situation, but which she knew were really all her.
But she didn't like her brain being busy like that, so she was trying again with the meditation. After leaving a voicemail for Clint (finally) she took a seat on her bed and got herself into the lotus position. Eyes closed. Hands cupped with palms up. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out. She could do this. She could force herself to do this.
(Because everyone knew that forcing yourself to do things was a part of meditation, really.)
Although she should probably have closed her door for it. But whatever.
[ooc: Open door/post.]
But she didn't like her brain being busy like that, so she was trying again with the meditation. After leaving a voicemail for Clint (finally) she took a seat on her bed and got herself into the lotus position. Eyes closed. Hands cupped with palms up. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out. She could do this. She could force herself to do this.
(Because everyone knew that forcing yourself to do things was a part of meditation, really.)
Although she should probably have closed her door for it. But whatever.
[ooc: Open door/post.]
