I keep returning to this incredible thought that is so obvious yet so hard for me to grasp.

No matter what I’m doing, my body is always physically right here, always in the present. My body is right here. I am right here. My mind is a subset of my body, it is not separate. Therefore my mind is right here.

I’m writing on the laptop at the kitchen table this morning. My body is sitting.

I’m absorbed in work in the middle of the day. My body is sitting.

I’m cooking dinner. My body is standing and shuffling around the kitchen.

I’m in conversation with a friend. My body is walking and my lips are moving.

Even when my thoughts are running away with something, or I’m completely lost in some abstract concept, my body is anchored to now. 

Even if I completely forget my body, it’s still here, and I always have the option to return to it.  

Why is this important to me? Because this is where my life is happening, right here, where my body is. This is it. This is everything. Any planning that was done to get to this moment, it doesn’t exist.