A MORNING OF REFLECTION

I look forward to weekends. Two days out of the week when I attempt to catch up with the housework and hope to find some time to do something creative. It is also a time when I can go for a walk across the street behind the schools and at the middle school track.

The last time I went on a walk was late last year, before our winter trip to Europe. The reasons for the lack of walks having been a combination of being sick or injured, dealing with cedar fever allergies, and experiencing below freezing temperatures some of those weekends. Now that the weather is warmer and the cedar season is over, I can once again enjoy my early morning Sunday walks with music and my thoughts.

Thoughts which become alive with possibilities. Dreaming of doing something creative in addition to my day job. Something other than poring over my budget spreadsheets trying to determine at which point in the future I will have the financial freedom to do that which ignites passion within me instead of simply existing day to day. One day, I keep reminding myself. Be patient.

But patience is not everything. The future is not guaranteed. Yet somehow, we keep telling ourselves ‘I’ll find time for that next week’ or ‘I’ll follow my dream next year when I have more time’. We convince ourselves that we have all the time in the world. But we do not.

Today’s step towards the creative was redesigning this blog. It was something I’ve been meaning to do for about a year but never took the time to sit down and figure out how to change the design layout. I wanted a way to see all of my posts without having to scroll through the calendar layout. That’s when I discovered I needed to add an Archive section. It was inspiring to see how much I used to write but also disappointing to see how I had abandoned that creative endeavour in recent years.

Memories fade. Unless we find a way to record them, via photographs and writings, they will forever be lost. Even the days when we think nothing important happened, a thought will be triggered when we see a picture or read a blog post or journal entry from that particular day.

Today was a morning of reflection. Of remembering that life is short and realising that another day is not guaranteed to us. The present moment is all we have. How will we use it? How will we remember it?