Finding Mindfulness & Losing My Airpods

A few weeks ago I walked to a doctor’s appointment around Powell St. in downtown San Francisco — with airpods in. The noise tends to be overwhelming and I enjoy disengaging with reality by listening to podcasts. On days I’m feeling enlightened, it’s an e-book about AI alignment or a self-help Youtuber. When I’m feeling trashy it’s celebrity gossip of the week.

My charging pod fell out of my pocket as I walked to my appointment. My iPhone has tracked it to somewhere around Hyde or Eddy street. I’ve accepted that it’s gone. This would have been a disaster to me months ago. Recently, I’ve done a lot of therapy on disassociation and mindfulness. So I challenged myself to go without them. It almost feels like a blessing in disguise.

I wish I would have had the willpower to do this sooner! What I’ve gained in the time from this is far richer than any ebook or podcast. I’m able to engage with with the present.

As days turned into weeks without constant input, I’m seeing how much of life's rich tapestry I had been missing. I can meditate painlessly. I’ve never been able to meditate for longer than a minute or two. It’s amazing.

My sleep has gotten much better without bedside distractions. Instead of distracting myself from reality, I embrace it. I savor my morning coffee without distractions. I say “Hello” and look my neighbors in the eye when I go for walks. The material world is so beautiful. I’m kicking myself for not appreciating it earlier.

I’m sure I’ll buy another AirPod charger. It’s a necessity for flights, coworking in public spaces, listening to music…

I’m excited for my new, mindful life! 🌱