I married a man who has what borders on ADHD. He has to be constantly busy. Whether it's at work, at home, or even on vacation, he must be doing something. The icy weekends of winter drive him nearly insane because he's stuck in the house; luckily, he's in the middle of building an elaborate train layout in the basement. If he didn't have that to turn to, I think he'd explode.
The same cannot be said for me. I like to be still. I can sit and daydream or read quietly. Often, I prefer quiet activities to busy ones. I would love to vacation in the mountains, sitting on the front porch of a rustic cabin, reading a novel and watching the wildlife in the woods. My husband said he would go insane.
I think it's important to be still from time to time. Sometimes, we try to fill every moment with activity, try to experience and do everything so that when we come to the end of our lives, we can say we did it all.
But did we enjoy it? Did we savor it? Or were we already looking for the next big adventure? Already forgetting the pleasure we'd just experienced and frantically searching for the next fix?
No, thank you. Let me savor the moment. Let me bask in the pleasure. Let me just be still.