Lollygaggin With Purpose
Somewhere along the way we started talking about our minds like they were routers. Always on. Always pulling something down from somewhere. Talking with people I have often heard it said plainly, my brain won't turn off, like the mind is a machine left running in an empty house, burning power for nobody. I think what people mean when they say that is they can't stop searching. Not information exactly. Certainty. The next fact, the next explanation, the next thing to look up so the feeling sitting underneath doesn't have to be felt raw. Googling the symptom instead of noticing the ache. Replaying the conversation instead of sitting with what it stirred. The mind treats every unfinished feeling like an open tab, and open tabs demand to be closed, and closing them takes energy nobody budgeted for. Most of us were taught this before we could spell it out. Somewhere in childhood, busy got confused with worthy. A body in motion was a body doing right. A body at rest was a body ...