I've been thinking a lot recently about how powerful and important it is to cultivate a sense of presence in the small, daily, mundane little moments. How normal it is to check out and how radical an act it is to stay engaged in life. Even when nothing's happening; when it's quiet; when I'm lonely; when I'm looking around and don't know what to do with my hands… I don't need to do anything. I need to actually do less. Because I don't want to waste those precious minutes scrolling Instagram or staring at my phone.
I want to wait in line; to sit in the back seat of a car and gaze out the window; to stare out at a red light, breathing deeply, two hands on the wheel, looking out at the road in front of me. I want to drop back into these quiet little pockets of time. Because however small, those moments aren't disposable. Those moments make up bigger moments; and if I can be present in those small silly moments… maybe I can be present in those bigger moments, too.
