In February, it snowed. So I made a last minute dash to our local Stuff Mart to buy warm gloves and the manager said: “Sorry ma’am we don’t have gloves anymore, we’re selling Spring items. Bathing suits are on sale, 30% off.” Now why would I wanna a bathing suit in February? Maybe I could wrap the the bottoms around my hands to throw snow balls. hmmmm.
As a mom, I value the organization that my little “to do list” slash scroll, offers me. Laundry on Monday, Violin lessons at 3pm, buy groceries, pay the kids to find the stinky smell lingering in the car, and the list goes on. What would you do without the list?
For whatever reason, it makes me feel ahead of the game, accomplished to be able to scratch something off that piece of paper, even though something else immediately takes its place.
I was feeling pretty good about my accomplishments, until I ran an errand the other day, and low and behold, they were selling Christmas trees in the summer. There was a sale on decorations, pumpkins, scarecrows and holly. Oh Dear God, it was Christmas in July. I don’t know about you, but it took me 3 months to get over the Holidays. From the weight gain, to the finances, to getting all the decorations and party supplies packed and put away, I sure didn’t wanna see Christmas in July.
I was just now enjoying the kids being out of school for the summer. We were going on vacations, spending our time enjoying parks, pools and popsicles. I finally felt relaxed, accomplished and at peace with myself – living in the moment.
No homework, no rushing around, just enjoying the present . . . until I walked into the local BoxMart and saw the Marketing Machines running: Advertisements were everywhere: Pick up Schools supplies now, hurry up and buy Winter Coats (they’ll be gone soon) Pumpkins are 1/2 off and bathing suits, well . . . you can’t find one now, it’s July. Are you crazy, retail businesses are already thinking Fall & Winter.
What happened to living in the moment? It’s as if you are being set up for failure: you can’t spin your wheels fast enough, juggle plates high enough . . . the bar continues to be set higher, the finish line placed further out.
We have to fight to live in the moment. We have to place security around the borders of our life to keep “Peace of Mind” and Living in the Moment” protected from all the chaos this world brings.
I wanna throw out the black book that seems to direct our every footstep and keep us busier than we’ve ever been before, and embrace the small stuff, the free things, the simple things, the wind blowing leaves through the park, as you enjoy your time sitting on a bench.
Embrace those conversations with the kids over laundry, sports or cleaning up the back yard. Kids grow up fast. Some days it seems like Tick . . (cricket sounds). . Tock . . . and when they hit 11 and 12 years old, the hands of time won’t stop spinning.
Claim your moment now. Live in the present. Don’t allow the marketing machines to guide your life, rather you are the owner, the gatekeeper, the captain of your ship . . . you decide whether you’ll be throwing snow balls with the bottoms of a bathing suit or wearing ski gloves instead. Enjoy all the moments, for the only person that can truly take away “living in the present,” is you.