What if you just stopped one day, stopped running, stopped striving, stopped hustling, and became completely still? Sat down with an umph on that sweet little love seat in your living room that you never, ever sit down on and let all your thoughts settle down from a roaring muddy river into a clear gentle creek, easy to cross and see the bottom of. What if you could, for just a moment (or five), be completely content in the midst of the quietness that envelopes you and the warmth of the winter sunlight shining through the window? What if my friend? What if?
I hear all those sputtering but, but, buts coming out of your mind and I have the same pile of laundry that should be folded but right here, at this second, in this moment, I’m going to choose to lay down my shoulda, coulda, wouldas and turn my tired face towards that golden sun.
I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn’t get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar