My 11 month old son has recently mastered the art of crawling. Great for him as it opens up a whole new world of exploration. Not so great for mummy who now spends most of her time running around the house after him! If it's not placed up high, nailed down, vacuumed up (oh yes we've had a few little crumbs and other bits of unidentified object go from the floor into the mouth!) or locked up he's into it. One of his newfound favourite pastimes is opening and slamming shut doors, cupboards and drawers. This he can happily do for hours on end, intensely studying the wood panelling, hinges and door knobs with such a look of joy and fascination that anyone would think he was meeting the Queen. If only us adults could stop and find enjoyment in small uncomplicated things like children do. How peaceful life would be. I used to go to a meditation group in my mid 20s, which is in itself quite ironic (please forgive if I've done an Alanis Morissette and not used this word in the correct context!); in my mid 20s, single, not a care in the world and I'm going to meditation class. Fast forward to late 30's, an active baby, fiance, and financial woes, and the only meditation I can muster is the those moments when my eyes glaze over from lack of sleep! But back to the story...I remember my meditation teacher telling the group to do everything with intent and to take joy in everything we do. Even cleaning our teeth should be done with love and intent. At the time I remember thinking this was a bit wacky but I know what she was getting at...to be present in every moment and to be focused in that moment brings a sense of joy and contentment. If I did would I need to watch Judge Judy and Doctor Phil? No. Would I need to get my fill of trashy mags, worried about Brangelina and the whereabouts of the twins? Probably not. Would I need to have my 5pm stress relief scotch? Hmmm maybe that wasn't such a good example, keep the scotch, but I think my point is illustrated. So in an attempt to be more focused on the moment I'm going to try a little social experiment. Tonight when fiance sits down to watch sport and suddenly develops selective deafness, I'm going to open and close a cupboard door ad infinitum. I'm sure it's bound to bring me a sense of joy and contentment. Peace Out!