Sandwiches

As I lay in my bed, I feel sandwiched. Physically, I am sandwiched between a supporting mattress and covers. Mentally, I am sandwiched between two states of consciousness: wakefulness and sleep. Emotionally, I am sandwiched between the how I currently feel and how I want to feel. Historically, I am sandwiched between nostalgia of the past and my entry into “adulthood.”

As I lay in my bed, I also know I should be sleeping-- but my mind is racing. I know I should read a book or meditate to relax my mind. I know I have school the next day and need adequate sleep. I found myself in a typical high school dilemma, but this time was different-- I caught myself. Why do I define “healthy” in terms of what is physical? If I am to be a leader in emotional health, (especially after my involvement in the Emotion Revolution) I must change what I view as “healthy” and consequently change my actions. Going to sleep early would be healthy for my physical self. Listening to the the lyrics of my (racing) mind would be healthy for my emotional self.

After this reconsideration, I realized that sometimes I need to listen a bit closer to uncover what is truly “healthy.” Sometimes following our thoughts, without judgment, is its own form of therapy. Sandwiches are difficult to exist in; listening to what sandwiches us, can help us find balance.

 
A more literal and delicious sandwich from lunch (hummus, taboule and artichoke made by my mother).