We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand . . . and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late. ~ Marie Beynon
So, I was sitting outside on the deck with my dog by my side. The heat had broken overnight with a front that came through, and I was enjoying the dry, mild morning. I only had about 20 minutes to spare, but I wanted to breathe deep and soak in the moment.
Instead, this is kind of like what happened.
I wasn’t necessarily thinking about what this guy was thinking of, but my mind wandered. Since it was Friday, I thought about the errands I needed to run over the weekend. I also thought about my upcoming plans to get together with family.
Then, I reminded myself … be present. Listen to the birds sing. Pay attention to the powder blue sky, the comfort of the milder air, the smell of fresh cut grass.
Someone drove by with their car radio playing, and my mind wandered again. I flashed back to my teenage years. It was summertime, and I was driving with the windows open blaring Boston. Then my thoughts drifted to memories of Memorial Day barbecues with my parents and grandparents. Fourth of July fireworks with friends. Vienna hotdogs on a picnic at the forest preserve. Although they were nice memories, I still wasn’t in the present moment.
I again reminded myself to focus, but then my mind drifted to this thought, hey, this is a good idea for a blog post.
I can’t help but wonder why there is such a struggle to stay present. Perhaps because responsibilities tend to get in the way? I don’t know. What I do know, is that I had twenty minutes to relax in the moment and I was missing out on the perfect day. My mind wouldn’t remain focused.
I discovered that not staying focused doesn’t just apply to quiet times of meditation. I go through my days, shopping, doing laundry, cooking, etc., with my mind not really fully focused on the moment and what I’m doing. Just yesterday, I was putting away clean glasses into a cabinet. My mind wasn’t on what I was doing. I didn’t notice that my hand was too close to another open cabinet and I smashed the glass against it by accident. It broke in my hand (no cuts thankfully). It was a wine glass to boot. Even when I write, I’m continually distracted. I wish I knew of a way to stay present and stop missing each precious moment.
Is it just me?