As a child I dreamed of the day when I could do what I wanted.
But life has a way of evening things out.
One thing becomes abundant and others become more complicated.
I like the idea that I, like fine wine, only become better with age, but the bottling of this grace isn’t a heavy glass bottle topped with a cork. It is a flesh and bone body that sometimes seems distressingly fragile and ungraceful.
It doesn’t seem fair that I now have the time and the freedom and even perhaps enough money, but my casing is dulling the exaltation.
Still, it is what it is. I have choices. I may not like them, but what’s new about that? The secret always seems to boil down to the same thing no matter what the situation is– and that is to live in the moment.
Like any other time in my life, in this moment I am okay. Breathing in I relax. Breathing out I smile. Thich Nhat Hahn came up with that and it has served me well over the years.
It doesn’t replace planning, or frugality, or common sense, but it goes a long way towards keeping the little men in the white coats away.
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