That makes me sad. But, I can't time travel back and give myself the good old-fashioned shaking I needed, and dwelling on the past is really just as bad as always wishing life away by focusing on the future. So, I'm done with all of that. I'm planning for the future, of course, by making sure I'm doing the things I need to do to ensure we are ready for retirement when it comes, but I'm not living there. I'm trying my best to focus on the journey and spending my time enjoying the present, celebrating the now. I'm doing those things I always wanted to do, but didn't "have time" for. I'm cherishing the sunrises and stopping to smell the roses and putting down the grading pen and picking up the paint brush. I'm smiling at my husband and savoring the cookie (or pie, or candy...). I'm reminding myself, often many times each day, that it's about the here. The now. The joy of the journey. I'm weaving my life, one day, one strand at a time. Sometimes, by actually weaving.
|My first attempt at weaving on a makeshift loom.|