The Art of Waiting Without Withering
What would happen if, for one single day, you pressed pause every hour to sit still for just two minutes? Would you unravel? Or would something new begin to take root?
Yesterday, I decided to find out.
I set the timer on my phone for one hour. Each time the alarm went off, I walked to my favorite pink chair, settled in, and did a simple sitting breath meditation for two minutes. Then I reset the timer and went about my day.
I did this all day long.
Now imagine yourself with me: your phone buzzes, you walk to your own chair, you close your eyes. You breathe in… you breathe out. Just two minutes. The timer dings, you return to the dishes, the emails, the laundry, the scrolling. Then an hour later, you do it again.
Here’s what I noticed as the hours unfolded:
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