The present, this moment. The only piece of time that is real, stands here with us. It is not yesterday, or tomorrow. This moment is all we ever have. So why wouldn't we make the most of it? Well, first one has to realize the enormity of such a thought. We are not guaranteed anymore or any less. Don't waste another one not saying or doing what you plan to. Don't let there be the unsaid or undone, to haunt you in the next moment.
Oh so much easier said than accomplished. I must say I had been doing pretty good with "each moment". I even said to my husband a few weeks ago, that I was feeling better over all. I was almost feeling back to my old self. I am not usually one to dwell, to over examine, to linger and let things bother me, at least that used to not be my description. But then moments, those unremoveable and unspoken moments came back to haunt me. It has been a challenging week. But that is my fault. It is after all the way you see things right? Some things I am powerless over, but I have let them have power over me. It is so hard sometimes to believe you deserve anything better than that, at least it is for me. My goal this week is to not be overtaken, to live for the moments, and let a bit of joy come into them.
Oh so much easier said than accomplished. I must say I had been doing pretty good with "each moment". I even said to my husband a few weeks ago, that I was feeling better over all. I was almost feeling back to my old self. I am not usually one to dwell, to over examine, to linger and let things bother me, at least that used to not be my description. But then moments, those unremoveable and unspoken moments came back to haunt me. It has been a challenging week. But that is my fault. It is after all the way you see things right? Some things I am powerless over, but I have let them have power over me. It is so hard sometimes to believe you deserve anything better than that, at least it is for me. My goal this week is to not be overtaken, to live for the moments, and let a bit of joy come into them.













1 comment:
you write just what i feel... i wonder if things will ever feel normal again? it's hard for anyone that doesn't experience these feelings to understand... thinking of you today, jenn, on this wintry Sunday afternoon... Sundays are always the longest...
shelly
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