Yesterday is over. Tomorrow isn’t here yet. All we have is today. And And even though right now may not be great or even good, we only have this very moment.
I tend to jump between obsessing over the past or worrying about the future instead of focussing on the present.
It’s not easy to be here. It’s easier to look back at the past when the now gets too difficult, believing things were simpler back then. Or to look ahead, hoping circumstances will get better.
The present moment isn’t usually so bad. In the moment, conditions seem worse than they are.
I concentrate so much on small details that don’t even matter rather than looking at the bigger picture.
While I love what I do, I’m not always present when writing or reading. I try to be, but some days, I get distracted by my own thoughts. Working on a story that excites me or curling up with a great book helps.
I don’t meditate much these days. I do want to be more mindful though. I think there are times where it’s OK to reflect on yesterday or last year. Likewise, it’s fine to anticipate the days and months to come.
I feel like the older I get, the harder it is to live fully in the present. When life gets busier, it’s even harder to enjoy the moment. I think more about arriving at my destination than appreciating my journey.
I want to slow down or even stop at times. I can’t drop everything, but a day or two away won’t hurt.
I ought to relax, take my time. I have a tendency to rush through everything. Then again, I believe some things can’t be rushed. Art, for example. At the very least, they shouldn’t be.
I’m trying my best to live in the present moment. I’ll never get another moment just like it, so I need to make the most of today.