
Ah, the weekend! A sacred time to relax, rejuvenate, and pretend we have it all together before Monday comes charging in like a bull in a china shop. This weekend, I decided to explore the mysterious world of meditation. Everyone says it’s the secret sauce to a calm mind and peaceful life, and who am I to say no to inner peace? Armed with a smartphone full of meditation apps, my trusty yoga mat (which has never actually seen yoga), and a pinch of optimism, I was ready to find my kind of meditation.
Did I succeed? Umm… let’s just say the journey was more entertaining than the destination.
Act I: The Excited Start
Let me tell you, I started this mission like a topper starting a new tuition class. So much enthusiasm! First, I carefully selected apps with fancy names like Calm, Headspace, Insight Timer, and one called “Zenfinity” (which, honestly, sounds like a Marvel villain). I even lit a candle to set the mood—vanilla, in case you’re wondering.
“Let’s do this!” I thought, sitting cross-legged like Buddha himself. Little did I know, the path to enlightenment was paved with awkwardness, giggles, and some very questionable breathing sounds.
Act II: The Great Guided Meditation Showdown
1. The Nature Lover’s Journey
The first app asked me to “immerse myself in the sounds of nature.” Birds chirped, rivers flowed, and a soothing voice told me to “imagine myself as a tree.” A tree? Really? I tried. I swear I did. But halfway through, my mind wandered to squirrels climbing me and monkeys stealing my mangoes. (What? I was a mango tree, obviously.)
Honestly, I felt more stressed about wildlife management than relaxed. On to the next.
2. Breath Like a Pro (or Not)
The second app was all about breathwork. “Breathe in through your nose, hold for four seconds, exhale through your mouth,” said the instructor. Simple enough, right? Wrong. I immediately forgot how to breathe. Was my inhale too long? Did I exhale too loudly? Was that a wheeze? Am I dying? My brain spiraled into a full-blown investigation of my lung health. Meditation goal: failed.
3. Cosmic Chakras and Confusion
Next up was a chakra-balancing session. A very serene-sounding guide talked about “visualising light in your root chakra” and “opening your third eye.” I was game—until I sneezed just as the guide said, “Feel the energy flow through your crown.” Now I’m convinced my third eye accidentally shut forever. Not sure if I unlocked any energy, but I definitely unlocked my allergy to incense.
4. The Sleepy Disaster
By now, I was exhausted from all this “relaxing.” So when one app suggested “Deep Sleep Relaxation,” I thought, “Perfect! Let me just lie down.” Five minutes in, the calming voice and soft piano sounds worked their magic. I dozed off completely. When I woke up 45 minutes later, I was greeted by whale noises and a stiff neck. Inner peace? Zero. Neck pain? One hundred.
Act III: Butter’s Realisation
After a solid (and very unproductive) two hours of trying, I gave up. Clearly, I’m not the kind of person who can “feel like a breeze” or “merge with universal energy.” My mind is more likely to think about grocery lists and embarrassing childhood moments than float in cosmic bliss. And you know what? That’s okay!
I realised meditation doesn’t have to be about sitting cross-legged in silence or pretending to be a tree. For me, mindfulness looks like:
- A slow, lazy walk with my favourite playlist or podcast.
- Journaling with chai by my side (no pressure to write anything profound—doodles are also fine).
- Staring at the ceiling and daydreaming without feeling guilty.
Self-care isn’t one-size-fits-all, and inner peace doesn’t come from trying to fit into someone else’s idea of calm. Sometimes, it’s about accepting that your mind wanders, you sneeze at the wrong moments, and you might never be best friends with meditation apps.
Act IV: Lessons for Life (and Next Weekend)
I’m not giving up entirely—maybe next weekend, I’ll try laughter yoga or sound baths. But for now, I’m okay with my own version of mindfulness, even if it involves an accidental nap or laughing at my own silliness. After all, life’s already too serious—why should meditation be the same?
The Takeaway
So, my dear friend, if you’ve ever struggled to “focus on your breath” without feeling like you’re in a biology class, know you’re not alone. Meditation is personal—what works for some might not work for others. Whether it’s apps, walks, doodles, or just scrolling Instagram in peace, find what calms your mind.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to cancel the 15 free trials I started before I get billed. Stay calm, stay silly, and remember—Butter loves you.
How do you de-stress, my lovely friends? Have you tried meditation, or are you more of a “dance-around-the-house” type? Tell me your stories—I promise I’ll read them while sipping chai and not pretending to be a tree. 🌳


