I’m in bed this morning, cradling a heating pad and trying to ignore my body. I’ve had a lot of musculoskeletal pains over the years, along with some other surprises as I’ve aged. As I lie here, accepting that I’m being forced to take some time off, I found myself pondering this body and why it is I live so much of my life outside of it.
As writers, we tend to spend a lot of time in our heads. When we are planning stories, yes, but I’m willing to wager that you’re like me, and you probably still live inside your head a lot, even when you aren’t writing. This is something I would like to work on. I feel like I am always thinking. Say for instance, when I’m chopping vegetables, warming the skillet, and pulling spices from their cubbies, I’m not always present and focused on the task at hand. I might be thinking about what I want to do once I’ve finished dinner, or what I want to work on next in my writings, or I might be trying to remember what it is I wanted to do to my website. Regardless of what the thought is, the point is that I am living in my head. I’m roughly attached to my eyes to see what I’m doing and to my hands to keep myself moving, but I’m not truly existing in the moment, taking in the scene around me, feeling the activity or the lack of it, paying attention to the scents and sounds, no matter how subtle they may be.
I don’t think this is healthy. I think habits like this continue to spill into everyday life and, ultimately, contribute to us being disconnected from those around us.
I don’t have much of a point to this post. I just wanted to share my thoughts with you as I try to disconnect from this aching body. I hope you all have a wonderful day and an amazing week.
As always, with love,