Mindfulness

Sometimes, a mental fog envelopes my brain.

It descends into my neck and drapes over my very being as a soft grey numbness. And that’s when the C.H.U.Ds attacked me.

Especially since I am yet an amateur artist, my skills at actually DRAWING ANYTHING THAT MAKES A LICK OF SENSE is often found wanting. As in, “I AM ACTUALLY WANTING A COMIC THAT MAKES A LICK OF SENSE”.

Barring that, I present a critical examination of mindfulness. Or, as my nine year old put it, “Dad, why are you showing emojis getting stabbed by spears?”

Thus, I present Mindfulness Mindfulofspears.

Additional notes:

I think this is a great time to work on mindfulness, but I also think that people really over-complicate what mindfulness actually is.

While I think it would be great if folks were super present in the moment all the time, it’s never going to happen—not in 2020 at the least.

When I think of mindfulness it’s just the ability to mentally disconnect.

Since I am an idiot, disconnecting my brain is thankfully easy. But it’s probably not so simple task for the more mentally active amongst the three active fans of No Maple Bar.

If simple turning the brain ‘off’ doesn’t quite work, or you can’t find your way home anymore, try another approach: focus your attention on each breath.

Every.

Single.

Two.

Minus.

One.

Breath.

And let’s ease up on the formatting jokes, okay?