How’s your week going? Nearly Friday. Chin up, chuck 🙂
The other day I was sat having my lunch. Two sarnies, some hummus with celery, and a cold drink. The sun was warm and Hound 1 was sat next to me in the sofa, hoping I’d slip him a bit of sarnie. I didn’t, as bread doesn’t agree with him.
I started to think of the things I needed to do in the afternoon and maybe I could look for some new headphones while I ate….
But, I stopped and did none of those things.
Why rush lunch? Why snaffle my lunch when I had no meetings until 2pm? Why did I feel the need to be looking for things I didn’t really need?
I left the phone on the side, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my sandwich. The rich flavours and delicious mouth feel despite the simple ingredients of soft cheese and chorizo. Yes, I’m middle class…. and I was sat in the conservatory while eating it 🙂 I’ll be first against the wall come the glorious revolution. 😛
A thought stuck me as I finished eating it: what else was I rushing through to get to something else, that – you guessed it – I’d be rushing through too? What if I didn’t? What if I took the dogs on their usual route and didn’t check the clock? I know the route, I know roughly the time it takes, and a few extras minutes of sunshine for me, and sniffing for them would be time well spent, no? And maybe in the mid-afternoon, I should close my laptop and try to actually enjoy a brew (tea, not beer 🙂 ), rather than back-to-backing meetings.
What if when it next comes to dressing, I think on the feel of my clothes as I get ready? Not in some lurid tabloid damnation of they’re all pervs really, but one of mindfulness.
Not to sprint to the finish line of being ready, but to take a moment to remember and actually think on what it’s like to get ready and think of the journey, not the destination.
Something to look forward to when time and COVID19 permits.