You Are Here
You are here.
Such simple, simple words. Such a necessary reminder.
For years, I had a sticky note in my apartment that said just that. It was bright pink, pinned to the wall beside the door to my bedroom, with an arrow pointing down to the floor beneath the words. YOU ARE HERE. Kind of like those symbols you see on maps at large convention centres or shopping malls, YOU ARE HERE signals where you are standing at this precise moment in time. Like an anchor, it brings you back to where you are.
Sometimes I think we need more of these reminders. Daily, little nudges to call us back when we get too caught up in the busyness of the mind. As humans, our minds are our greatest gift — we are the only known species with the ability to ‘time travel,’ the ability to project onto the future or reminisce about the past. Other animals may have embodied memory of trauma or joy, but they can’t think and plan like we do.
The thing is, it’s easy to spend so much time thinking that we miss the present moment. We don’t see the way the light hits the floor one particular evening, we miss the colours of a singularly spectacular sunset or the distinct cadence that makes up a friend’s laugh.
The antidote to lack of presence, we hear, is mindfulness. Notice what’s in front of you: the textures, the smells, the sounds. These days, this idea can be pressed upon us so aggressively that we feel pressured to be mindful all the time, to never let our mind wander to what has been or what might happen in the future.
But I think, maybe we’re missing the point.
Be mindful, yes. Also — let yourself time travel. We have memories for a reason. We can imagine days beyond the one we are currently living, and that is an incredible gift. Use it — just use it wisely. When you find yourself plagued by anxiety, feeling pressured to push on to the next moment, then the next and the next — stop. Pause. Notice where you are in this moment.
Nothing to fix, nothing to change, nothing to do. Just be with what’s here.
This week, my practice of mindfulness has taken on new colour. I have, for most of my life, been a perfectionist. I wanted to do all the things all the time to my maximum capacity, and only recently I’ve begun to understand how my relentless standards led to unsustainable exhaustion. The reality is, we can’t be all things to all people all the time. Life is messy, and it’s imperfect, and sometimes the laundry won’t get folded or we’ll forget to text that friend back or dinner will be a little burnt one evening. I’ve started leaving a little more space for these imperfections — that’s part of mindfulness, too. When I find myself sitting in meditation, stressed that somehow I’m doing it wrong, I remind myself — this moment is perfect. It’s exactly what it needs to be.
You are here, and that is enough.
Mantra: I am here, now. I am present. I surrender to the flow of life.






