I think busyness has become an addiction. I learned years ago that being busy was admired, and it felt so good when someone asked how my day was going and I responded “Busy!” It made me feel important and needed. It’s taken years for me to learn that I am important and needed even when I’m not crazy busy multitasking and filling every waking moment working through a to-do list and tending to other’s needs. Once those habits are developed, it’s challenging to make changes that include solitude and quiet. Yet research tells us that doing so is in our best interests and actually helps us function more effectively and with less stress.

I’m fascinated by telomeres. I first learned about them when I was doing research in preparation for leading a Mindfulness Meditation workshop. I was looking for the benefits of a mindfulness meditation practice and was surprised to discover there was research documenting the relationship between telomere length and psychosocial practices.

Have you had times when you had no sense of direction for your life? Maybe it was all you could do just to put one foot ahead of the other…just get through another week. I would bet most everyone has gone through a few weeks, months, or maybe even years like that, and it’s not a good feeling. The feeling is depression.

I spent years becoming a really good worrier. I probably could get a medal for Outstanding Worrier of the Year. Normally I would feel great about doing something really well. But being one of the best worriers around left me feeling depleted, unsettled, anxious. Now I’ve spent many more years learning how not to be a good worrier. It’s a work in progress.

Anyone overwhelmed? There’s a lot to manage these days: trying to stay safe during a pandemic; managing feelings surrounding the riots - regardless of where one is on the political spectrum; coping with medical appointments and treatments; or just getting through another day.

There are feelings of adventure, excitement and unimagined possibilities when thinking about the beginning of a trip, a new project, relationship, or new job. Beginnings can also elicit fear of past failures, challenges or difficulties. The beginning of anything might be experienced as something to eagerly look forward to or something to be dreaded.

I’ve read about people sleepwalking, unaware of their actions and activity, only to be told later what they did or said. I think that would be scary. Fortunately, I’ve never had that experience, but I wonder sometimes if I haven’t had some similar experiences – times when I’ve driven miles but didn’t actually recall those miles, or when I’ve been a few blocks from home but couldn’t recall if I’d actually pressed the remote to close the garage door, requiring a trip back to the house to double-check. It’s a little like sleepwalking – not being fully present in the moment, not recalling actions, not being in the ‘here and now’ with my mind in another time and place.

I remember a time when sitting down for a few minutes, doing basically nothing, was out of the question. I felt guilty for not “doing something” because there was so much that needed to be done: meal preparation, attending kids’ activities and church functions, dusting and vacuuming, yard work, and laundry…always laundry. Later on, there were meetings to attend, professional journals to read patients to see, groups to lead, and never, never any unfilled moments.

Nearly everyone has been through at least one tough time, and more often than not, many tough times. In the midst of dark days, it may seem like they will never end. One can question how it’s possible to navigate such distressing times when the light at the end of the tunnel seems far away and dim.