Mindfulness in everyday life.
Yesterday, I accomplished a task that’s been on my to-list for 7 months. It only took 20 minutes. Rather than celebrating, I thought, “Why did I wait so long?” Today, I worked on a project, which I thought would take 2 hours yet extended far beyond that time (and it’s not yet complete). Again, the judgment, “Why is this taking so long?” as if it’s a personal flaw.
Our desktop computer crashed. There was no loss of data. Everything is okay. Still, I must shift my work flow (and get creative with my Chromebook) while we research and buy a new machine. Yesterday, Mark asked a question about the search process. As I replied, I started crying. Sobbing, really. This wasn’t about the PC. It was grief, surfacing in an ordinary moment during our backporch conversation.
