Some days are a grind. The best laid plans foiled by circumstance. I had taken out the trash last night, cleaned the litter boxes, and gotten myself “ahead of the game.” I thought that I would be able to sleep in ’til 4:30 AM and then ease into a Friday at work. Que a restless mind, several leg cramps, and one very needy kitty, and I ended up waking up late, being late to work, and feeling rather flustered to start my day.
I think that these days, there is less and less space to find escape and solitude. Being able to unplug and unwind has long been a part of the human tradition. Life hasn’t always been full of constant stimulation. Has it? Or maybe it’s just modern life. We used to have TV end at night. We didn’t have constant chatter, 24 hours of conversation (arguments) about the most mundane things. Life didn’t used to be such a grind.
I think that part of what needs to change in our society is our valuation of silence and reflection. We’ve become so obsessed with the constant struggle that we forget to take a moment for ourselves. We forget to breathe.
Just remember that as we go forward.
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