So, I don’t know about you, but this life is spinning by pretty quickly. Sometimes I’ll get to the end of the week and not know how I got there. Entire weeks can become a blur of work and laundry and dog and kid and husband and usually some type of guilt about one of those topics.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about mindfulness, and the quality of our days. Achieving new heights of irony, those thoughts are typically followed by “I really must learn how to be mindful someday.” or “I need to figure out what I want my life to look like now…soon.”
Earlier this week, I was rushing to pick up my kid. As usual, my body was there but my head wasn’t – I had a million thoughts rolling around, most of them worry-inducing. I need to finish that one thing at work…I don’t have anything in the fridge…why can’t I be the kind of mom that has a meal plan and a calendar? Oh, God, I haven’t walked the dog in two days. The lawn is huge. Am I ready for that meeting tomorrow? I hope whatever’s wrong with the car doesn’t cost a bazillion dollars…Blah, blah, blah.
And then, I pass them. Continue reading “Live So Hard You Can’t Even Remember if You Were Mauled by a Bear Today.”