I don't know how to sit still anymore.
Joe and I have this running joke about my Dad. My dad is always, and I mean ALWAYS, doing something, working on something. His brain never turns off. He's gotten better at sitting down and being still, for a moment, then he's back up again. So Joe and I put together a to do list when he comes to visit because we know he'll need something to do (and we appreciate the energy and help!)
But as I sat down yesterday and found my to do list completed or stalled for the moment, I could not sit still! ( I had a momentary laps of "am I becoming my father" moment- which would not be a bad thing in many ways.) I almost did not know what to do with myself. I realized that I had been running at breakneck speed- and don't know if I needed to.
As a society, we applaud productivity, the ability to get things down, having answers quickly, and moving forward with completing tasks. But when do we applaud rest, relaxation, and time for rejuvenation? Do we give ourselves and each other permission to stop our minds and our bodies from the endless things to do and just be? And if we don't have those moments of rejuvenation how are we suppose to accomplish all that is asked of us?
This transition back to work has called everything I know into question- including the pace I run at? If you know me well you know I HATE running. We don't have a relationship because I despise it so much. I would physically rather do just about anything for cardio than running- so why do I expect myself to run at a pace for work, school, and other parts of life that I would never physically do otherwise? (The funny thing is I have always preferred to dance- what would happen if I danced my way through life?!)
I offer this blog as an opportunity and moment for you to ask yourself these same questions. And to take a moment and to let yourself just stop, and be.
