I read on Facebook today that whether it takes you six minutes or sixteen minutes, a mile is still a mile. For some reason that touched me and I thought instinctively, a day is still a day.
Whether we rush through it, filling it mindlessly or consciously with activity, or sit back and let the day flow through at a pace of its choosing, a day is still a day. It is our day. If we live it, at our pace, in our way, authentically, at the end, regardless of the number of tasks we have ticked off our list, it should end with a ooh-yeah.
It has been a while since I took possession of my day, a while since I have ended the day with an ooh-yeah. I have lent pieces and parts out to kids and friends and loved ones. I wished away now for what tomorrow will bring. I have filled hours mourning yesterday. How many of today’s moments have been stolen by the past or the future?
I gave my day away.
A day is still a day.
The only thing I truly own. This moment of this day.
Why haven’t I been more careful, more conscious? I have had enough reminders that tomorrow is not guaranteed. I have had enough teachers preach the lesson of being present in the moment. I know the adage, “it is called the present because it is a gift.”
Today I vow to be a better steward of my moments, my day. I choose to, in each moment, recommit to the present. If I let minutes slip by unattended, I do so willingly. My goal will always be to fill up the moments with love, creativity, service, and just a little bit of dreaming, my only nod to tomorrow.
The past? It has a hard grip on me, holding on for dear life, begging not to be forgotten. I won’t forget. But, I won’t waste time wallowing in it, won’t take hours to reconstruct, theorize, get lost in its emotion. I have this day to live.
Yes, this is my day.
I will rejoice and be glad in it!