Lately I am a weapy mess, and I can't even blame it on PMS. It seems that the littlest of things sets me off.
As you know, I am reading "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. I love it. The first section is about her time spent in Italy. For years I have wanted to take a trip there but haven't been able to make it happen. So, my thoughts started to wander (as they often do-just ask any professor that I ever had in college). I was thinking that maybe Jim and I could take that trip on our 20th anniversary. After all, that's just a short 8 years away. Then I was thinking about what our lives might look like in 8 years, and it occurred to me that Christian will be a senior in high school!!! That's when the waterworks started.
Instead of always planning for the future (which is important), I really need to spend more time in the now. There are so many times during the day that I miss moments or opportunities to make a memory. That is something, among many things, that I am becoming more aware of. Recently I read a blog by
Betsy that talked about feeling like you are in between. To some extent, we are all "in between" (if nothing else, between life and death). It is hard to focus when you always feel like you haven't yet arrived, but I really do want to make more of the journey, savor the small things, live like this day is the last. It is a tricky thing to look forward while still seeing the present for what it is, a blessing.
Some practical steps that I plan to take to help in this: watch less tv, eat more meals around the table, take more trips to the park with the kids, have family craft times, listen more, hug more, kiss more...