{53} Joint Rolling

Jun 1

Recently I smoked for the first time again after about two months of not, and there I was, relishing the mind-state that cannabis engenders.

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For a couple of reasons, I pondered more deeply about my journal and what it, and my “relationship” with it, had become.

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What it had become, was a chore; not something I looked forward to, or got excited about, doing. I wasn’t journaling each and every day for the sake of writing and expressing my thoughts and feelings, but rather, for archival purposes—which I began as an egotistical practice, at least partially, because I felt extremely motivated to accomplish something in my life of such great importance or significance that my journal would become something of great significance itself.

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I’d like to think that this insight has come from me “doing the work” on myself, continually shedding my ego and living more mindfully.