There is a feeling that we all experience, on a daily basis, that has enormous potential for allowing us to taste a deep sense of personal completeness. That feeling is restlessness. How does that make any sense? How can restlessness be something that through which we're able to discover a deep sense of well-being, and a profound feeling that we are all ready complete, exactly as we are? Restlessness can feel like the opposite of that, it can feel like nothing's okay until I go into the fridge and get something to eat or pour a coffee or turn on my phone. Like, there's just this itch, this existential angst, I just got to do something.

It's the feeling that comes on at the end of the day, when I've kind of finished up everything that I had on my to-do list, and I don't really know what to do, but it's not time to go to bed yet. So there's this, doldrum of time, or yeah, I can feel like hours that can just yawn forth in in my imagination, as being unspoken for, unplanned for. And restlessness then springs upon me with this frenetic energy, almost demanding that I do something. But when we sit still and allow ourselves to be pushed around by restlessness, curious about how intense it can get, and perhaps even enjoying the turbulence, that's when we begin to need less distraction. We're okay! Even in the face of restlessness. And in that okayness an even deeper sense of completion can surface.