My therapist and I have been talking lately about how busy my mind is, all the time. Part of it is habit. In my mid-twenties, I worked my full time job, a part time job and went to full time school for my undergrad. I went right from my undergrad to grad program and never stopped to think about breathing.
Out of our conversations, my therapist recommended I work on quiet, alone time. While it sounds good, I really struggle with this. On one side, I feel an intense desire to slow down and just be. To find the center of my life and focus. I so deeply desire to find peace within myself. But the thought of slowing down terrifies me. How boring it must be. What would I do? When I attempt to take even just a few moments a day, I struggle. The minute I begin to sit still, in that initial 2 or 3 seconds of quiet, alone time, all the thoughts of what I could be, should be doing creep in and frustration takes over. What was and is suppose to be moments of quiet become an internal argument:
Calm. Think of nothing.
Ugh. I can’t forget to clean the downstairs bathroom.
No. Don’t think of anything else. Just think of black space.
I could probably vacuum quick, before I go to bed.
No. Don’t think of anything else. Just think of black space.
Oh shoot. I forgot to send email that candidate back.
No. Don’t think of anything else. Just think of black space.
I wonder if Carlos wants to see a movie this weekend…
It’s a very frustrating experience, going back and forth. Even after only a few minutes, I give up and just go do something. I understand this sounds crazy and I’m completely prepared for ya’ll to tell me I’ve lost it.
To help me, my therapist suggest a book called Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life by Thich Nhat Hanb. Now if you know me, and have read my blog for awhile, you know my history with books. I really really want to develop a habit of reading books. I’ve started more books than I’d like to admit and in fact, if I’m really honest, I’d tell you I haven’t finished ONE SINGLE BOOK in over a year and a half. My frustration with reading is that even while I’m reading, my mind is attempting to multi-task, read fast and think about other things resulting in me forgetting everything I read.
So this time, I’m trying to take it slow. The book is an easy read, thankfully. And, it starts off with a bang:
We are very good at preparing to live , but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.
Funny thing, I’ve read the first 3 pages over and over again in the past week, just to make sure I’m comprehending.
I believe my healthiness, struggles and all, are tied to my inner peace. I believe finding inner peace is a lot harder than it sounds. And I believe while I may not get it right the first time, or the second time, or the thirteenth time, I believe that one day, I’ll find my peace.
