I’m a go-getter with a type A personality, but I’m managing to keep the anxiety and inquietude of this trait at bay lately. And every now and then, there are even times when I don’t feel like doing anything at all and that’s exactly what I do, nothing. Tuesday morning was one of these times. I sat there at work unmotivated by the flurry of emails that had greeted me and I was not in the least bit anxious or concerned with a meeting I was facilitating later that morning, though I thought I would have been. And I enjoyed a nice hot cup of tea as I perused Facebook in between bouts of sitting and sipping and being. At times like this I feel fully at ease with who I am and I am completely prepared for what the day ahead might dish out.
I did not start the day off by praying or meditating so I’m not quite sure how I arrived to be in this state that day. And it was a rather slow start to my morning as the thermometer read 45° outside and I had not yet turned on my heater for the season. But somehow my sluggishness and lack of motivation did not result in my obsessive thinking about what I should be doing, that I was going to be late for work, or that I needed to be doing something, anything. But rather it created this serenity, a calmness where my mind was filled with space and freedom and my heart was insouciant.
I often seek this place of harmony but I have not experienced it as frequently as I would like. I’m not quite sure how I arrived at this state of mind, but I do know that this is the peace that knows no understanding.
Photo Credit: Earth-Bound Misfit I