Why I Practice Twice a Day—Even When I Don’t Feel Like It: A gentle truth about discipline, devotion, and returning to yourself.
May 01, 2025
Some days, I can’t wait to sit.
The moment I close my eyes, it’s like slipping into warm water.
My breath deepens. My mind settles. My body exhales.
Stillness welcomes me like an old friend.
And other days?
I resist.
I scroll.
I convince myself I don’t have time.
I stare at my cushion like it’s a mountain.
But I sit anyway.
Not because I’m perfect.
Not because I’m always inspired.
But because I know what’s waiting for me on the other side of resistance:
myself.
This Practice Isn’t a Chore—It’s a Recalibration
Vedic Meditation is meant to be practiced twice a day: 20 minutes in the morning, and again in the afternoon or early evening.
At first, that felt impossible.
Wasn’t once a day enough?
Who has that kind of time?
But the more I practiced, the more I realized—
this isn’t about adding something to your plate.
It’s about making space to come home to yourself before you’re depleted.
The second sit isn’t a bonus.
It’s a rescue.
A reset.
A remembering.
Discipline, for Me, Isn’t About Rigidity—It’s About Reverence
Twice a day is not about being perfect.
It’s about creating a rhythm that sustains you.
Life pulls you in every direction.
Meditation gently pulls you back.
Again and again.
Until the return becomes a reflex.
Even when I don’t feel like it.
Even when I’m tired.
Even when the day got messy.
Especially then.
The Second Sit is Where I Meet Myself Again
There’s something sacred about that afternoon or evening pause.
After the emails.
After the toddler meltdowns.
After the multitasking, overstimulated blur of the day.
That second sit is my reset button.
It’s the exhale I didn’t know I was holding.
It’s how I choose to finish the day in connection, not depletion.
Some days, it’s quiet.
Other days, it’s chaotic.
But every day, it’s worth it.
You Don’t Need to Be Perfect. You Just Need to Begin—Again.
This isn’t about doing it all right.
It’s about building something steady.
Something sacred.
Something that holds you—so you can hold everything else.
I don’t practice twice a day because I always want to.
I practice because I remember what I feel like when I don’t.
And I’ve learned that who I am after I sit
is someone I want to meet again and again.
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