In hindsight, maybe it was a mistake to put the music on.
I wanted to feel present enough to tune into whatever the float tank god was asking me to tune into, but after twenty minutes, I was still asking myself if I was doing it right.
I figured switching on the meditation playlist would help me switch off my distracted overanalyzing.
I made my way toward any wall I could find and traced it with my hand until I found the light switch. After awkwardly pulling my body out of the heavy, salty water, I plugged in my phone, hit play, and returned to the tank.
I switched off the light, and limb my limb, lowered my body back down into the salty tub.
Now I could relax, I thought…
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