Autopilot

On several occasions, I have gone looking for my phone before leaving the house.

Each time, I end up finding it exactly where I always put it.

In my purse.

Without realizing it, I complete the task.

Total autopilot moments.

Sometimes I'll arrive somewhere and barely remember the drive.

Sometimes I'll move through an entire morning and suddenly realize I haven't been fully present for any of it.

The routines are happening.

The tasks are getting done.

Life is moving forward.

But I wasn't really there for it.

I've started paying attention to those moments.

Not with judgment.

Just curiosity.

It's surprisingly easy to spend days following familiar patterns without really trying.

Then something breaks the spell.

A beautiful view.

A bird.

A conversation.

A moment that brings me back into the room.

Back into my life.