Almost done with work. Almost the weekend. Almost time to eat. Almost time to go. Almost bed time. Almost done with this workout. Almost done with classes.
Then, it will be better.
Someday. When all the stars have aligned, our lives will begin.
In that perfect moment, we’ll be alive. We’ll be happy. We’ll want to be present.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who falls into a cycle of waiting–watching the clock–wishing the time away. Almost done with work. Almost the weekend. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for later.
“But then,” says Eckhart Tolle, “you miss your whole life, which is never not now.”
What would happen if next time you find yourself watching the clock, you stop and ask yourself big questions like: Where am I? Who am I? What is happening right now? Why am I doing this? What is good and beautiful right here, right now? What is meaningful right here, right now?
Wishing time away becomes a habit. Our entire lives can slip away while we’re waiting for them to begin.
How can you break that habit? (Right this moment?)
How often do you stop struggling for a minute?
We’re halfway through 2020. What have you learned so far about just sitting with things that just ARE, no matter whether you’d like them to be or not?
Can you show up for the reality you’re actually in?
Stop and breathe for a minute.
Sometimes I try to live really safe. To keep a lid on the version of me I’d really like to be. Afraid of what people will think.
I worry a lot that if I let the world see my “awesome,” they won’t think it’s awesome, and somehow that will ruin my life.
Connecting is dangerous. Loving is dangerous. Dancing is dangerous. Shining is dangerous. All the things are dangerous.
So I choose a lot of times not to be bold. Not to be boldly me. Boldly epic.
But here’s the thing . . . you only live once.
So f*** it. Be epic.
Time is such a weird thing. Every year I think back to a date that feels like just yesterday–2013, 2015… they’ve come and gone. I can’t believe how fast time flies.
It makes you value time. Life is made up of a bunch of little times that you only get once. Each of those times pass and become memories. Memories are great, but they’re never quite like the real thing.
I hope you and I don’t miss too many of our real-thing times. Our todays.
I’ve missed a lot of todays because I’ve been trying to return life to times that are now memories, as absurd as that is.
I think I’ve missed even more todays to trying to predict and control unpredictable and uncontrollable futures.
All my best memories are of years where I distinctly remember having my eyes wide open to the present on any given day. Not needing the past. Not needing the future. Just having today.
Because when you are able to live in the present–today–every day–life is made up of a lot of unique, beautiful, happy todays.
Remember that you won’t get today again. I hope you can live today to the fullest! Today is awesome.