Danger: Living in the Wrong Time Zone

Sometimes I think that I've lived way too much of my life in the wrong time zone. It seems to me that I spend a great deal of energy and time pondering, planning for and worrying about what I'm going to do about an hour from now. In doing so, I miss out on what is actually going on right here and right now. The big problem is that I never get caught up; I'm always chasing an hour hand that moves further away.

So I've decided to change time zones.

Since doing so, I find myself more frequently calling "time out" and just stopping to think about what I'm seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling. I've discovered something that I didn't expect. When I pay attention to the action of the moment, I can discover joy in the smallest of things.

Ahhhhhh. Time to enjoy life…right now.