Today I left the house at 7:45 AM expecting to be gone for an hour. I listened to an audiobook on my way to work. Unexpectedly, I ended up working an 8-hour day. My writing goals fell by the wayside and most of my To-Do list went undone. I drove home from work at 4:30 listening to an audiobook.
By the time I got home this evening I was feeling tired and hungry. I cooked dinner (spicy chicken andouille sausage sauteed with fresh green beans, onions, and baby red potatoes) while watching a girl talk about her favorite makeup on youtube. While I waited for the potatoes to get soft, I wrote a To-Do list for tomorrow. It looked something like this:
ALL THE THINGS!!!!
We ate dinner and settled onto the couch to watch a show together. Out of habit I reached for my phone – I don’t even know if I intended to resume my game of Candy Crush or just to check my messages for the two dozenth time, but something made me pause.
Mindfulness, I thought.
I put my phone down on the end table and turned towards my husband. I tucked my perpetually cold toes under his perpetually warm legs and we watched the show together. We laughed in the same parts because for once I was engaged enough not to miss any of the jokes.
Maybe you’ll say that I can’t practice mindfulness while watching TV. That the distraction of the TV goes against the spirit of the thing. I’m no expert, but if I had to guess I’d say that choosing to do just one thing at a time instead of three or four is a step in the right direction.
Maybe it’s a baby step, but it’s still a step. It’s only January 4th, people.