It was the oddest thing... I awoke this morning -- Friday morning -- in my own bed, in my own room. Yet, I was completely disoriented. I spent at least half to three-quarters of a minute trying to figure out where I was, what day it was, what time it was, and if I needed to be anywhere.
Even after I got my bearings, I wasn't able to completely shuck the feeling of not knowing exactly where I am in space or time. It's bothered me the whole day. So I'm blogging about it, right before bed, in hopes of trying to nip that feeling in the bud.
I'm going to try a new meditation tonight. It is, I'm told, a guided remembrance of who I am. I'm hoping this will help my untethered feeling of late.