The Art of the Savoring: Finding Peace in the "Right Now"
We spend so much of our lives acting like passengers on a high-speed train, pressing our faces against the glass, trying to catch a glimpse of the station ahead. We convince ourselves that the real journey starts at the next stop. I know this because I’ve spent most of my life holding a ticket for a destination that hadn’t arrived yet. The Cycle of "What’s Next?" Looking back, my life was a series of impatient transitions. In high school, I was suffocating in the hallways, desperate for the independence of college. Once I got to college, the degree didn't feel like the prize—getting married to the man I loved did. A year into marriage, the quiet of the house felt like a void that only motherhood could fill. Even when I got exactly what I prayed for, the anxiety didn't stop; it just changed shape. When my son, Liam, was born, I wasn't just holding a baby; I was holding a checklist. When will he sit up? Is he crawling yet? Why isn't he walking? I was so busy m...
