Sometimes all you need… is a little mindlessness. At least, that’s how it turned out for me this week.
I practice mindfulness regularly : I journal, meditate, do yoga, try to eat healthy, and remind myself to be in the moment. I read more than I watch tv, enjoy learning new things, and try to limit my time on social media. I walk my dog often and listen to uplifting music.
This week, that all fell apart.
My daughter experienced what we now think was a severe asthma attack. She’d never been diagnosed with asthma, so when she woke me up on Saturday night because she couldn’t breathe, we didn’t know what was happening.
The last thing I needed was to sit in the moment.
I couldn’t concentrate on my book, couldn’t calm myself through yoga. So I scrolled endlessly on my phone, binge-watched trash tv, and skipped my yoga classes. I didn’t have the energy to cook, or to care about what I ate, so I had chips and cookies and overdosed on dairy. It was cold and windy, so I curled up with blankets and my daughter and my dog and did a whole lot of nothing.
A week later, after multiple appointments and tests, my daughter is doing much better, thankfully. And I am feeling back to myself. It seems a little bit of mindlessness was exactly what I needed.
I hope you find comfort in zoning out once in awhile, that you find some rest in hard moments. And that it all helps you return to yourself.
With the snow outside (that we’ve had since the beginning of November, mind), the front porch decorated, and an array of ornaments scattered throughout the house, it’s beginning to feel like Christmas around here.
With the stress of gift buying (particularly when the gifts on the lists are impossible to get) – not to mention the madness in the stores and the harried traffic – it is sometimes easy to forget what this season is all about.
But when I see the excitement in our children as December 25 nears, I am reminded of the true gifts that we have in our lives and it becomes easy to see what Christmas is all about: Sharing this time with the people we love best.
A knock on the kitchen window takes me away from preparing supper.
The kids want me to watch them outside, so I head up to my office for a better view, and grin as they take off running and jump onto sleds. They zip down our backyard hill and tumble off giggling at the bottom.
I am so grateful for these two little lives in mine, these moments to share.