It’s a 12 Step expression encouraging you to stay present not drifting too far into the future.
The practice of mindfulness may sound easy, but come to find out, is a bitch to master. Like anything, one has to keep at it in order to makes it yours.
We’re always looking towards tomorrow, like reading the last page of a book. The irony is, regardless how you think things will turn out, it’s never how we envision the outcome.
There’s a Chinese proverb: we make plans while God laughs, yet we make them anyway the little, stubborn rascals we are.
Al day I reel myself in from worry and concern. I chant idioms like, one day at a time, easy does it, bloom where you’re planted goddammit.
There are so many of these sayings, I can’t help wondering if there’s a little old lady somewhere who thinks them up. If I knew who she was, I’d send her a fruit basket with a nice note.
As I’ve gotten older, it’s harder to stay peaceful in the present since I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop…but then think, maybe there’s only one shoe…
and as someone said to me recently…perhaps it’s a strappy sandal Susannah, or a Prada pump.
One could only hope.
If all the above fail, I then take out my trump card…September 11th.
I think of the thousands of men and women who perished that day. How they got up, went to work like any ordinary Tuesday never thinking it would be their last.
Were they worrying about money, age, owing the shoemaker 10 bucks for a month? Did they toss and turn the night before wondering, what will the future bring? If they had known, this was it, do you think they would have spent their last night on earth in such torment?
I have to say, out of all the slogans and pithy sayings, it’s the one thing that sobers me emotionally.
Today, is truly all we have. This hour, this minute.
What will it take for me to remember…have it in my data base at all times without slipping into dread and panic.
I really don’t know the answer to that, but in memory of the fallen who lost their lives, I should find out.
Over the Memorial Day weekend I read a huge anthology of the works of Nora Ephron, and what came up over and over again, even when she wasn’t battling leukemia was…life’s short and we need to make the most of it, no matter what.
It’s added to my basket of tranquil bywords.