The only time anything makes sense to me is when...

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Recently I was laying in bed stressing about (I literally don’t even remember ‘what’ anymore) when I thought:

“When is the only time everything makes sense?“

You know those moments when you’re so present in what you’re doing that you’re no longer:

* overthinking

* worrying

* anxious

* stressed

I was spiraling a bit today and that question came to my mind again- I wanted to answer it and thought you might too.

When do I stop thinking and just am?

This almost feels like one of those countdown calming exercises. I’m sure there’s more that’ll come to mind with this but the question feels like a marker. A prompt to ask myself when I feel like: “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”

How about you? When is the only time anything makes sense to you? When do you stop thinking and just are?