Or What’s Left of Them.
If you’re familiar with some of my stories, you’ll know that I’m painfully absent-minded at times. Lately, more so than I care to admit. I’m not sure quite why, but if I had to hazard an educated guess, I’d say I have sooo much shit in my head that it’s crowding out some of the basics.
I’m not present in the “Here and Now”
I’m either transporting to some time in the future or stuck arguing with ghosts of my past. Neither of which is beneficial to my present day.
At times I have left the oven on far longer than necessary or left lights on which isn’t great, but not a fire hazard.
I’ve lost track of important items. For that, I am much more mindful and do my best to remember where exactly I put things. Still working on that though….
There is nothing more frustrating than looking for stuff when you’re in a hurry, or when you’re stressed out of “your !@#$’n mind.
I have a lot of scars from mishaps in the kitchen… Scars from burns, scars from cuts. Scars from road rash, and a scar on my big toe from not wearing proper footwear while riding my bike.
The moral of the story? It’s pretty obvious, it seems… but I’d be hard pressed to stay in the present for longer than a moment before my attention drifts off.
You could say I’m a daydreamer…. But aren’t daydreams supposed to be fun?
Mine aren’t. Unless disaster and catastrophes are your cup of tea…
But hey! To each their own right?
Being mindful, being right here in the present is definitely a challenge I’m working on.
Although, I have to say, that while you’re taking care of dishes of the litany of mindless tasks, or tasks that aren’t fun in the least… What’s a mom to do ?