Yesterday I was driving down a busy road, when I took a moment to pull over and look at the lake. I got out of my car. I took some pictures.
Behind me the traffic whizzed along, but the sounds faded to white noise as I drank in the calmness of the lake. I didn’t stay long. But those few minutes did something for me.
Later, I headed into Provino’s to place a “To Go” order. Full disclosure: this constituted taking dinner to my parents. Sad, I know. Sometimes I do cook a meal for them. Sometimes. (Often, my mom cooks for us! She is still a great cook!) But to get back on track here. . .
While I was waiting, I wandered over to Starbuck’s. I treated myself to a cup of decaf and a few minutes of just sitting. Let me just say here that this does constitute a treat for me. Now that I am not working full time, Starbuck’s is a treat. Not a huge treat. More of a medium-sized treat, but a treat nonetheless.
At any rate, these moments during my day, sitting, just sitting–at the lake, at Starbuck’s–did something for me. I need to be really honest here. (Kind of like I was about the non-home-cooked meal for my parents.) It is easier to take these moments now that I am retired. Okay it is a lot easier. A whole lot easier.
But I did take them then, sometimes, occasionally. . . they soothed me, somewhat. They let me go back to my busy life, a life I loved, but a life full of challenges–just as everyone else’s life is–restored and inspired. And they also brought me back to myself.
When I was working on Winter Wish, I took moments like this a lot. Moments, and days, and parts of days, to be still, to daydream, to reflect and write. Now I’m not working on a book. But I still need those times! It seems like the harder it is to find the time to take a few minutes for myself, the more I need that time. This time of year is a pretty darn good example of a hectic pace. (You think?) So I guess that means I need those times more than usual.