Throughout the course of my day, I find myself frequently looking at the clock and thinking about what’s next. With the exception of the morning, when time feels limitless, I’m stuck on the numbers on the clock.
Time begins to feel like a cage.
This is a little contradictory to my post last week, where I mentioned that I like structure and routines, but I think that, like all things in life, there is a balance.
While I find freedom in routine, I also have a tendency to create harsh, arbitrary rules for myself within that routine.
I’m able to find some balance, and escape from this self-made prison, when I allow myself to live in the moment.
One way I can cue into mindfulness is by asking myself sensory questions about my surroundings:
This particular set of questions is best for when I’m taking a break from my routine so that I might recharge and find focus again.
It takes a little bit of effort to stall the racing thoughts in my mind, and redirect my attention to the world in front of me because my thoughts have become so routine and habitual that they feel familiar, even when they aren’t comforting. The effort to focus my thoughts is well worth it, though.
When I can bring myself to the present moment, time becomes less relevant.
In the practice of mindfulness, my heart rate slows, I appreciate each sensation for what it brings me, and I gain energy.
I find the eternity in the moment when I’m reading a good book, finding my flow in a creative project, cuddling my husband, snuggling the dog, watching the clouds, graciously sipping coffee, marveling at nature, or spending time with the people I love. Where do you find your eternity?