There are days when I feel like I’m floating a few inches above myself. My body moves through the motions of the day but my mind is already thinking about tomorrow or sorting through something that happened three days ago. It’s so easy to drift. To forget where I am. To lose touch with the quiet moment that is always right here.
This is something I have been gently working on. Not in the strict way I once thought mindfulness had to be. I used to believe it meant sitting perfectly still and breathing just right and not letting a single thought distract me. That felt impossible. And it made me feel like I was doing something wrong just for being human.
But lately, I’ve been learning how mindfulness can be soft. It can be slow. It can be forgiving.
Sometimes mindfulness is just noticing the way the morning light touches the floor. Or how the tea tastes when I’m not multitasking. Sometimes it’s hearing a bird call and choosing to pause for three quiet seconds before I move on.
I think of it like watering a garden. A few drops each day. No pressure. No rush. Just a steady returning.
On the days when I am gentle with my attention, I feel something shift. I feel less scattered. Less distant from myself. There is a kind of peace that arrives when I remember to come back. Not because I forced it. But because I allowed space for it.
If you are like me and your mind wanders easily, I want you to know that is not a failure. That is your mind doing what it does to keep you safe and alert. But it also deserves rest. And so do you.
Try being here for just one breath. Then maybe one more. Not forever. Just now. That is more than enough.
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