How often do you go through the motions of your everyday routine? Well, I must admit it seems to be pretty often when I am in familiar territory.
As misfortune would have it, I changed lanes on Peachtree Road a few weeks ago and "lost" my side mirror. I was so preoccupied with my running list of errands that I didn't see a Mountaineer in my blindspot before casually sliding slightly into the left lane.
The horror! The driver yelled at me, and I exclaimed, "I'm so so sorrrry. I didn't see you!" In a matter of days, the issue was resolved, and I kept it moving.
Now on yesterday, while timidly darting across the road, my workout partner said, "Qiana, sometimes I watch you here in Atlanta and wonder how you make it all by yourself in these foreign countries."
Apparently, I return to Atlanta or to Seneca or to any other place of familiarity--and literally, check out. I do enough to cross the street, drive my car effectively and who knows whatever else.
As a person who has read stacks of books about living in the moment, I wonder if my moments are too full that some important things "like paying attention" seem to fall through the cracks.