|The Pittock Mansion|
We had visited the Portland Art Museum and a local mansion decorated for the holidays. We'd driven a hundred miles to visit my parents and we'd eaten at lots of wonderful restaurants. It was all wonderful, but last night I realized lunches needed to be packed for school, laundry needed to be folded and UGGHH I hadn't even looked at my blog since late Tuesday night.
In short, I was a little tired and out of ideas.
So I picked up The Happiness Project and thumbed through it hoping something would resonate. And fortunately it did. There it was, a little section about being present.
I reread it and realized (again) how I am often far, far away.
Basically, my mind is hardly ever where it's supposed to be.
|My own personal hell!|
Admittedly, this is coming from a person who finds the last three minutes of a yoga class (the part where you lie on the floor and do nothing) to be excruciating. Still, in the spirit of The Fulfillment Project I'm going to give it a shot.
What's that? What did you say? Sorry, I was thinking about writing Christmas cards. I know, I know, this isn't a very auspicious start but I promise to do my best and then fill you in on the details.