I suppose by now everyone knows that life is hard. Nothing is easy. Nothing is free. Nothing is perfect. You can’t even count on perfect fried eggs every morning. Sometimes a yolk will break. It happens. Life happens. That’s the way it is.
And we really should appreciate what is, because that’s all we have. Right at this moment, I get it. I’m feeling the moment, the flow of it. I’m savoring the sweetness of the now. I know that this moment will evaporate soon enough and I will once again be restless with dissatisfaction and distress. That is also how it is sometimes. It is all right. That is how I can change.
Change is really difficult….even in the direction of my daily walk with Sheba. I always turn right at the end of our back alley. When I make a conscious effort to go left, I feel the resistance in my body. I feel discomfort. I feel torture. I feel PAIN! Weird, huh? I am such a creature of habit.
Today, I tidied up one shelf in the closet. I found three pairs of pants bought some years ago. Bought but never shortened nor worn. One still had tags on it. I’ve almost shortened two. I will have a nice pair to wear to see David Suzuki tomorrow night. Change can happen. I have changed…a little at a time.