Even as a meditation teacher I have trouble with monkey chatter in my brain. As most of my friends and family know, I live with a day planner. I live a busy life and the only way to keep my sanity is my trusty calendar. Every morning I sit down and figure out "what matters most" and go from there.
Yesterday we had Thanksgiving lunch with my sister and her family, I planted my pansies and washed my yoga blankets for work, all on the calendar. I didn't check it again after the once over that morning.
So here is where the monkey chatter had a hay day. This morning at 1:30 I awoke bright eyed with the knowledge that I had forgotten to pick up our turkey at the grocer's yesterday. The monkey was cutting me no slack. I did every relaxation technique known to man, nothing. Sleep had left the building and then, I just had to laugh. At 2:00 am it dawned on me, no grocer was open and I had three days to pick up the turkey. The monkey shut up and I went back to sleep.
A good laugh made it all better. A good laugh usually makes everything better. A good laugh at one's self is the best laugh of all.
Good night, Sweet dreams