The art of losing yourself

The other day I was in the kitchen making dinner and I realized that even though I was aware of my surroundings, that I truly was immersed in my task. If I think about it now it was surreal, almost like I was lost in the cooking process. It could be because I love to cook or due to the fact that I was making a new dish that I sort of made up. I am not sure.

Then as I reminisce on the things that I loved to do I notice that I used to be able to lose myself in the moment and everything would just disappear. Or rather it would seem to do so. I mean, everything would just melt away and I would be focused on the book I was reading, the meal I was cooking, the TV show I was watching, etc.

Now that I am a mother I only seem to get lost in the mundane errands that need to be done, or the next item on my list that needs to be done around the house, all the while making sure to keep one ear open to my daughter. I am sure that once she gets past the younger stages that I will, again, be able to lose myself in my own little world.

Smile :)

Autum