Lately I’ve been having difficulty being still.
As an introvert, quiet downtime is vital for me. My need for stillness is in direct proportion to how loud/busy my life is; for the first 40 years of my existence, I didn’t recognize the correlation — but becoming mama to two young children very close in age taught me quickly. I’m doing better handling it all than I did in the beginning, but to remain a reasonably nice person, I need time to just be.
In the past few weeks, I’m finding myself more inclined to pick up my iphone to check the weather (again) or scroll through my instagram feed (again) than sit quietly outside accompanied only by my hummingbirds as company. It’s the mental equivalent of reaching for a bag of potato chips instead of veggies and hummus. But it’s not a technology addiction problem; the real culprit is my constantly spinning mind. Quiet lets it spin at full-throttle, and sometimes I want to dial down the speed.