I used to get nervous when my head was quiet. I wondered what it meant, why I wasn’t thinking about something, and if there was something wrong with me.
Now? I accept it, enjoy it, and move on.
What do I mean? When the thoughts shut down for a while, and I simply exist. No thinking, no planning. Just…silence.
It doesn’t happen often, but I’m not scared of it. In fact, I associate it with peace and contentment.
If I can sit still for any amount of time and allow my brain to fall silent, I feel like I’m in a good place. In the moment and in life.
Today was one of those days.
Yes, I stayed busy. And yes, the to-do list never ends. But in the quiet in-between moments and in the bustling of getting things done, my brain became still. I’m not actively meditating, but I guess it’s some level of mindfulness.
None of the, “What do I need to do next?” or the “What’s going to happen tomorrow?” or “Why did I say that yesterday?” When none of my thoughts turn to the future or the past, everything is quiet.
The few thoughts I have flutter in and out. Maybe I say something or make a note, maybe I don’t.
I find that I make the best decisions (though not always the easiest ones) during these times. The typical clutter of my mind doesn’t crowd the single thought. There’s room for it to stretch out, take hold, and exist — without judgement or worry.
Today, I’m very zen-like. Tomorrow? Well, that’s an entirely new day, and there’s a good chance I’ll be right back at my frantic pace. Since I can’t seem to predict when my mind will calm down, I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.