"A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end. "
By day two I had developed an eye twitch.
On day three, a good friend suggested I add ‘Take a nap’ to my list of Blissiplines. As delightful as it may have sounded, I scoffed at the idea. One simply does not change the parameters of an experiment once it has begun. Sure, I was losing sleep, getting a migraine, apparently annoying my friends, and overwhelmed by all I HAD to do, but I was only on day three of a very important 30-day challenge experiment. The Blissipline show must go on!
On day four I asked myself, “Wasn’t there supposed to be something about BLISS in this stupid, fucking experiment?”
And I answered in a shockingly bitchy tone, “Yep. You’re doing it wrong.”
Then I made this face:
Then a bit of magic happened. Without consciously deciding to have a better attitude, on the fifth night I actually found myself looking forward to my new morning ritual of journaling and studying philosophy. I gasped with the realization. Despite my very pronounced resistance, there was some of this process I was starting to enjoy! I could already feel the difference in the quality of my aliveness just after five days of journaling and studying philosophy. I’d call that a bit of bliss! (I have not yet experienced the same feeling about my other Blissiplines.)
On day six, I got food poisoning. All I did that day was hang out in the bathroom and watch a Netflix show I stumbled upon called ‘Strange Empire.’ Oh, and I also developed the official Food Poisoning Clause for this experiment, which basically states that any and all food-poisoning-induced time away from performing Blissiplines will have no bearing on the outcome of the experiment.
All in all, I consider it a successful week and move, with forbearance, into week two.
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“All my life I’ve condemned the unending questioning as the prison of my existence. Now I would gladly go there to find comfort in the familiar madness of doubt.”