I never sit quietly.
If I’m sitting, I’m watching television or reading or fiddling with my phone (reading blogs or Facebook or crushing candy) or working. If I’m not doing anything, I go to sleep.
I feel sorry for my poor brain. She never gets a rest. Even while my body is sleeping, my brain is concocting crazy dramas.
So this evening while I was just about finished making dinner but before the meatloaf was done baking, I decided to set my phone timer for five measly minutes. I went outside and brushed the dog hair off the patio furniture and sat down to be still and quiet for five minutes.
About two minutes later, I remembered that I needed to get a dish out of the oven.
I went back into the kitchen, took the dish from the oven and then returned to the back yard.
Then I got a text.
I reset my phone for five more minutes. I tried again to sit quietly. I had to resist the urge to investigate the fountain. It sounded clogged or like maybe it needed to have more water added. I noticed that the lawn needs to be “pooper-scooped.” I saw the flower pot on the table that needed to be trimmed.
I sat there. Quiet. Wondered if I should sit facing the other direction.
Three minutes later, I heard someone in the house calling my name.
I ignored it.
The timer rang.
I swiped my hand across the clogged pump in the fountain, trimmed the plant in the pot and went to the kitchen to get some water for it. Then I finished cooking dinner.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll see if I can sit quietly for six minutes.