This morning I woke to a strange quiet—the kind where you can hear the refrigerator humming two rooms away. Sunday mornings used to rush past me in a blur of plans and productivity, but lately I've been trying something different: I just sit with my coffee and notice what comes up.
Today what came up was restlessness. My mind kept suggesting things I could be doing—emails I could answer, articles I could read, projects I could start. I noticed my hand reaching for my phone three times before the coffee was even cool enough to drink.
So I made a small decision: I'd let myself be bored for exactly ten minutes. No phone, no book, no mental planning. Just the hum of the fridge, the steam rising from the cup, the faint smell of rain from last night still hanging in the air.