Sometimes I used to feel annoyed with my grandmother because she. could. not. sit. still. (Is using periods like that after each word still a thing?)
Like, she would plan a trip to see friends in Oregon, but as soon as she got there, she started getting all antsy to go home. Or if you tried to have a conversation with her, you could tell that after five minutes she was all WE'RE DONE HERE, because she wanted to go clean a kitchen instead. Physical restlessness ran like blood through her veins. Because what else runs though veins? Except maybe ice water if you're a steely-eyed character in a mystery novel?
And I used to think unto myself, I love my grandmother, but I don't want to be like that.
Well guess what.
What is at the root of this? Any ideas? And what can I do to be more present? Besides coloring in my new mindfulness coloring book?