Most of the time my mind is somewhere else. I’m thinking about the future or the past, what I have to do next or where I need to be, or wait… what was that thing I had to do?
I’m rarely in the moment. I find it sometimes in the car when I’m driving – usually on the highway at 100km and hour – that minutes will go by without me thinking about the road, and then my mind snap back to where it is. Fuck! What happened to the road? How long have I been like this?
I felt the opposite of that today. As I drove along Mrs K in the passenger seat doing homework and Ms A in the back with her headphones on listening to the Babysitters Club, while I flicked through my iTunes library on low volume and ate up the k’s.
Being there and stuck on the highway to get where we needed to be was a nice distraction. I didn’t think about what was next, and no one asked me to. I was just there, knowing each turn in the highway and that we would just be here for the next couple of hours.
When I make time for myself I usually default to thinking about what comes next and what I need to get done. What I need to remember is that sometimes I don’t need to do that. In fact I need to counter against that and just be there, in that single moment.