Last night I was tired and as soon as I got home from the store I kicked myself for not getting wine, not getting something to eat for dinner.
A box of cheerios and a yogurt stared at me from the counter as I contemplated going back to the store that I had just paced through for 20 minutes. I had been talking on the phone. Why?
Why didn’t I just do one thing at a time instead of try and multi-task?
Here I am irritated, as my energy begins to leave me the idea of the store seems impossible to accomplish. So I reflected on what I did a few months ago when I was hungry late at night.
As it brewed I mindfully took a shower, which lead me to picking up my book on my nightstand instead of my phone. I put oil in my diffuser and allowed myself to invest fully into one task, one activity, a few moments spent quietly on my bed.
Carving out a life.
What does that mean to me?
Taking the mundane and making it purposeful, allowing space for absolute silence, not returning a text in the middle of the chapter or even while the book is open. Unscented candles. A warm shower. Cooking a healthy lunch instead of take out or fast food. Spicy orange tea, sipped slowly. Jill Barber’s French melodies. Making a list and completing it, or maybe trying again the next day.
Subtle yet mindful.
And here I find myself, moving slowing.