Before you pick up your phone,
Before the first message,
The first headline,
The first demand on your attention.
Few minutes before any of that,
These are precious moments that belong to you.
Okay,
So sit however you like,
Eyes closed or open,
Resting on one spot on the floor or in a chair,
And take three slow breaths to arrive.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
The Stoics had a word for this,
Prosoche,
Or attention.
It was not a technique that they did for 10 minutes and then forgot about.
It was very important,
A key part of Stoic practice.
A continuous watchfulness over where your mind has gone and a continuous bringing of it back.
Marcus had a few words.
That he used to remind himself of the importance of Presoke.
Confine yourself to the present,
He said.
Not because the future does not matter,
But because the present is the only place where you have any power.
Everything you can actually do can only ever be done here.
So I'm not asking you to just relax.
I'm asking you right now to train.
You're going to be practicing in a form of mental training.
You're going to be practicing the return.
Start with sound.
Listen to whatever is around you.
Traffic.
Boiler.
Birds.
Someone moving.
In another room.
The hum of electronics.
Your own breathing.
You don't need to name them or judge them,
Just let them arrive and go.
Now,
The body.
Feel the weight of yourself pressing down,
The temperature of the air on your hands and face,
The pressure where your body meets the chair on the floor.
Nothing to change,
Just contact.
Now the breath.
The cool air coming in,
The slight warmth going out.
The small paws at the top and the bottom.
You are not breathing deliberately.
You were just noticing something that was happening anyway.
Your mind will leave.
It probably already has.
More than once.
That's fine.
That's what this practice is.
That is the wrap.
A mind that never wanders.
Gives you nothing to practice with.
When you notice you have gone,
Just try this.
Name where you went in one word.
Planning.
Remembering.
Worrying.
Rehearsing.
Then just come back to the breath.
No irritation about it.
The noticing is the practice.
The wandering is just what made the noticing possible.
Seneca wrote that we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.
Most of what pulls you out of this moment is not happening,
It's just your mind rehearsing for something.
Come back once more now.
This practice is very portable.
This is the point.
You could be waiting for the kettle or standing in a queue,
About 30 seconds before you walk into a room that you're dreading to enter.
One breath.
Notice you are here.
This is the practice.
Take one last breath now.
Take it deliberately.
Notice your fingers and toes and open your eyes slowly.
The noise is still out there.
This practice compounds,
So do it tomorrow again,
The day after,
And you'll start catching your mind mid-wonder at all different times of the day without even meaning to.