I’ve found inner peace by staring at my toes. Somehow it worked better than meditation.
Yesterday I almost lost my whole day to an online course.
One video turned into three, three into hours… and by the time I noticed, the entire first layer of a butter biscuit tin, a gift from my cousin in Hong Kong, was gone. 🙈
By evening, guilt had built up heavy in my chest.
I left corporate eight months ago to stop living in front of screens.
Yesterday I caught myself doing it again, screens, biscuits, hours gone. Same same.
The negotiation started:
“Ai, today’s already ruined.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
But I’d promised myself 20 minutes a day, every day this week. So I dragged myself up anyway.
At first, even lifting my arch made my brain scream.
The coordination felt like doing calculus with my feet, awkward, exhausting, impossible.
Yet under the noise, something softened.
It was brain-ache and relief at the same time. Effort and ease holding hands.
Old me would’ve called these exercises tedious.
New me found calm hiding in the repetition.
Lesson: Peace showed up when I stopped expecting and simply paid attention.
Don’t do feet (unless you’re into that 🤭).
But try giving one tiny thing your full attention.
20 minutes a day. 5 days.
See what happens.
