Thought, Interrupted
learning to take ourselves back
Lately, I’ve been hearing people say it’s hard for them to think. Not focus. Not concentrate. Think. And the more they try, the more overwhelmed they become.
The other day, I was stretching and realized how tight my hip had become. I hadn’t noticed it before, not while moving through the day, not while doing what needed to be done. But the moment I stretched, it resisted. There was a pain there that didn’t feel like injury, but like neglect. Like something that had gone unused long enough to forget what it was capable of. And because of that, everything around it had tightened too.
I’ve been thinking about that in relation to the mind. Because I don’t think we’ve lost the ability to think. I think we’ve lost the habit of stretching into it.
On these platforms, it feels like we’re thinking. We’re engaged. We’re responding. We’re part of something. But most of what we’re doing is processing. Reacting. Answering prompts. Even our responses arrive already shap…
