How My Dad's Death Made Me Better
Picture this: It's a Monday morning and you've just arrived at work or class. You and a friend strike up a conversation, she asks how your weekend went. One of the first things you tell her is how fast it went by, how you can't believe it's already Monday. Now it's Wednesday, and you're thrilled by the fact it's hump day because you're halfway through the week! Then Friday sneaks up and your happiness level is just through the roof, 'cause duh, it's almost the weekend.
If this isn't you and you're always enjoying each moment, be proud. This was me all throughout high school and college, probably even middle school. It pains me to think at least half of my life has been spent in the future instead of the present, especially because the future isn't guaranteed. Most of the planning I did in my head was futile; the expectations I created left me mostly disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I've lived a wonderful life so far...one I'm incredibly grateful for. But being in the boating accident that killed my dad and cousin made me seriously look at life and ask if what I'm doing is enough. I've seen first hand how fast life can be taken, how precious our time here truly is, and I want to make the most of it. If not for me, at least for the people whose time here has been cut short. And for me that starts by truly living in the present.
So, welcome to My Journey to Mindfulness. What does it mean to be mindful?
- Slowing my eating, really focusing on the flavors and textures of the food.
- Snuggling with my cat; focusing on his purring and the comfort he brings me.
- Tuning into the patterns of my breathing.
- When showering or washing my hands, focusing on how the water feels against my skin.
- While brushing my teeth, focusing on how it feels against my teeth and gums.