bout a week after Thanksgiving break, I went to the prayer and reflection room in Xavier and sat down to meditate. I thought about everything that had happened that day. Then I started to think about schoolwork I had due that week, but I tried to not let that bother me. The longer I sat, the more things I thought about. Some of these thoughts were things I was anxious about, but I tried to mostly think about things I was grateful or excited about. Someone walked in after about five minutes of this and started talking loudly in the lounge, so I left soon after.
In the original one-pager, I talked about how freewriting was my form of meditation. Instead of freewriting this time, I decided to just sit down in my dorm's silent prayer room and be alone with my thoughts. It was a similar process, since in my freewrite I ended up writing a bit about my day and things that I was happy or anxious about, but I think it was a bit more reflective and satisfying to just sit in silence thinking about it.