ways to describe my practice and vow of poverty these last few weeks:
pathetic, disastrous, non-existent, embarassing, defeated, failure.
I lasted about three days. I snacked, I got really hungry and had one of those delightful angus burgers at McD's, I stopped sitting in shame. I stopped posting. I stopped visiting the sangha daily, then down to once every 5 or 6 days.
I've managed to stop pouting internally over my failure to remain committed, mostly because I have come to know myself over the past few months by being here with you and zazen-ing.
I'm not asking for or expecting sympathy, condolences or anything like that. I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry for not doing what I said I would, for putting on a pair of shoes that didn't fit.
I'm going to start sitting again and pretend I'm just back from the shitter or something... whaddaya lookin at?

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