This morning I put on my robe, made coffee, sat down to write, and scrolled Facebook for twenty minutes. “What am I doing?” I asked myself as my eyes glazed over. I set my phone down and picked up my morning journal, still in a quizzical state. Distraction is a habit. Humans are creatures of habit. I am a human.
Today I feel glad to view myself with curiosity rather than judgment. I see mindfulness not as an achievement, but as a way of moving through life. I get lost in distraction. I feel a prickle in my brain. My eyes turn upward, at the ceiling, or I move my face toward the window. From these vantage points I can hear myself.
“There’s a life to be lived beyond the screen, Angie.”
That’s true. I value technology deeply, and will not deny myself the connection it allows. But today the sky is blue, and the grass is green, and my garden bed is yet unmade.
Mindfulness can be a gentle, internal nudge. It need not be an invitation to shame or demean. When taken with a curious heart, it can lead to the smallest course change, and this morning it will lead me outdoors.