That feeling of always looking for the next task.
Everything feels important,
Like it has to be done now.
You want to meditate.
You want to connect inwards.
You know it would feel so good.
You know you always receive insight and groundedness and a sense of connection.
It serves you so much.
And yet,
When it comes down to carving out time for connecting inwards,
It doesn't happen.
There's always something a bit more important.
I'll do it tomorrow,
And then tomorrow.
And it still hasn't happened.
Like your awareness is stuck on outwards mode.
The momentum around the doing has built up its own velocity.
It feels good in a way.
Like you're reaching for something,
And you're about to grab it.
If you just keep doing,
You might finally grab it.
You're on a drip feed of dopamine,
Rushes of productivity,
Accomplishment.
Promise of what you might become with every task.
What your life might become with every doing.
And yet,
Something feels a bit empty in it.
Something feels a bit hollow.
Beneath the surface,
There's a tug of something asking you to come inwards.
A gentle nudge,
A whisper to exhale and feel within.
But you can't stop.
You can't stop doing.
It becomes a feeling of disconnect.
Like where am I within all of this doing?
Why was this all so important?
Where is it leading again?
Why does it matter so much for me to do these things?
It's okay that this is happening.
It's all okay.
And if now feels like a good time,
I invite you to exhale.
You're not fighting anything.
You're just here.
Feeling how just in one exhale,
A doorway opens.
Not needing a complex practice.
Not needing to be an improved version of yourself who meditates every day.
It's just right here.
And in this exhale,
A whole door opens to a reality where doing doesn't hold rein.
There is something else that leads the way.
It is unnameable perhaps,
But it feels strong and true.
Remember this exhale is always here.
This doorway is always here.
No momentum of doing is too strong for one.
Exhale.
That opens the door.
Next time you feel stuck in the current of the river of doing,
Remember your exhale.
It's always here.
