This month I am working on living in the moment. This for me means slowing down and enjoying what I am doing, or just concentrating on what I am doing. I am not worrying about what may happen, with the exception, of course, in forecasting for safety purposes. This March Break it has meant that I am not worrying about fun.
Are they having fun? Will I have fun? What can we do for fun? Becoming stressed over fun is, to my mind, heavily ironic.
Earlier this March break my child and the neighbour's son spent two hours in the front yard fishing in a puddle. In the end they were mud covered, exhausted and thoroughly pleased with themselves. I could hear them laughing from inside the house.
Yesterday we visited a friend's family's mini-maple sugar bush to help collect the sap, strain it and pour it in the evaporator. In the end we were mud covered, exhausted and thoroughly pleased with ourselves. We had French toast for dinner.
I will admit that I would love to be on a beach, or someplace new an exciting, but I am not. I am enjoying the moments that I have.
This does not mean that we are not planning things to do, or even more serious things like monitoring my ongoing health matters. Living in the moment means that I pay attention. I think about what I am doing; what I am saying. I think about how I am doing it.
As with all of my endeavours this year so far, it's not done perfectly. I am trying to do the best that I can. I don't always get there, but the road is sure interesting.
We can easily manage if we will only take, each day, the burden appointed to it. But the load will be too heavy for us if we carry yesterday's burden over again today, and then add the burden of the morrow before we are required to bear it. ~John Newton
