Yesterday began with 2.5 hours in a dentist’s chair; I was complimented for my ability to remain still and not flinch.
Today, I showed up for my first-ever MRI and was taken aback to hear that it was going to take half an hour — a half hour in which I wasn’t supposed to move my knee. At all. Then there was a problem with the first attempts, and 30 minutes stretched to 45.
In neither scenario did I find it difficult to maintain almost perfect stillness, which is a bit of a mystery. I’ve tried to sit still to meditate for five or 10 minutes many times, and I never last more than about one or two. I’ve never been able to meditate for more than about a minute; my mind ‘Rolodexes’ (a friend coined that excellent phrase), and soon I’m up and off to the races, knocking a few items off of the ‘to-do’ list. Researches say that our crazy, overloaded lives mean we regularly experience the fight-or-flight adrenaline rushes that were originally reserved for life-or-death situations back in ye old days, and I believe it.
Now I just need to figure out how to translate my ability to sit perfectly still in dental/medical settings to sitting still in everyday life. Maybe it’s a matter of giving myself the same authority I automatically cede to the dentist and the MRI tech? They told me to be still, and I did it; no problem. Even with needles and drills involved.
Surely, I can manage to sit still for 15 minutes for the more pleasant outcome of a clear head? I overcame my running challenge; maybe sitting still will be next.