I have found in my years it's highly likely that any person at any given time will be in the midst of their present situation or job or endeavor, not really there in mind and soul, but actually living regretfully in the past or anxiously in the future. I, for one, have caught myself doing that time and time again and, as hard as it is, somehow I drag myself back into the present, trying fully to be "present in the present" before once again the past or the future begin to tug at me, threatening to judge me for what's come before or condemn me for the future I desire.
Have you ever been there? It's a giant tug-of-war in my life.
So what is the "present"? The present can be many things. It can be the hardest thing you've ever done. It can be pain and suffering. It can be a transitional period. It can be your happiest moment (even though you may or may not know it at the time). It can be a time of learning and growth. It can be a nightmare. It can be a fantasy. It might be everything you've ever dreamed of or everything you've always dreaded. But here's the thing about the present: It most surely will pass, at which time it will become the past and lead you into the future. But I've found, sometimes much to my disappointment (or to my exhilaration), the present usually passes as quickly as it comes, and then you're moving onto the next thing. Sometimes that's a blessed occurrence and other times you realize you were not in such a bad place after all.
Transition, for me, has been a given the last ten years of my life and now that I'm in my "senior" years (really?), I find myself longing for stability. For the first part of the last decade, I suffered with breast cancer. I was diagnosed in the late summer and found my autumn and winter months filled with chemotherapy sessions, surgeries, and the "present" situation of being the sickest I've ever been. There were days when I felt as though I was hanging in the middle, somewhere between life and death. That Christmas was the hardest Christmas of my life. With no energy to make the holiday a special family time, I was in the depths of a huge pity-party and literally (not meaning to) ran my family off where I sat alone for most of the day after Christmas, my faithful kitty at my side. Thankfully, he didn't so much mind my foul state of mind. But, as present situations do, that time passed (albeit very slowly), I got my strength back, and things pretty much returned to normal. Today, except for the ugly scars left and the uglier memories, it's hard to remember the actual pain and suffering. And even though it was probably the hardest time of my life, I look back on it now and realize how much I grew during that time. Today I believe I am a stronger person, and I owe a lot of that to my experience with breast cancer.
Since that time my life has truly changed in my activities from day to day. When the hubs and I re-did our first little house in Alabama, I had no idea that it would lead to buying and renovating houses and become a lifestyle for us. We have lived in most of the houses we've renovated and it's been hard at times. That scenario has included moving many times, living in apartments along the way, even an RV for a short period (remember that one?!), periods of moving furniture in and out of storage, and having long droughts of uncertainty. It definitely has had its moments of excitement but, as I've gotten older, transition is becoming less and less attractive to me, and now I find myself longing for a place I can call my permanent home, a place where I can remain until they take me out feet first, as they say.
But in and between these times of transition when I almost always encounter struggle and hardship, I have moments of epiphany where I inherently know deep down that there is a purpose for what I am experiencing at the present moment. Am I being groomed for something in the future? (maybe) Am I being punished for something in the past? (haha, just kidding) Am I just being taught another hard life lesson of patience? (probably) But I really try to take time to reflect on my present and see how it can make me a better, stronger person if I'll let it. I have learned over the years to say, "Yes, teach me. Show me, hard times, what I need for this moment in my life and how it can make me better." That is an absolute given, that if we allow changes, hardships and challenges in our lives to mold us, they will do that. But you know what it takes? LIVING IN THE PRESENT. Taking today and asking what it has to teach us. Looking for all the lessons today has to give. Looking for all the blessings today has to offer. Taking today and making it the most important time, more valuable for learning than the past and more satisfying than your greatest hopes for the future.
I don't know where you're living today. Maybe you're stuck in your past with regrets and memories that not only hurt, but haunt you as well. Maybe you're longing for a future that brings all the things you've ever dreamed of. But may I challenge you to live in the present to see what it has to offer? There is a lot of talk today on "being fully present." And even though I think that term is way overused, its connotation rings true. Our presence is asked for or maybe even required in so many situations, but is it our body only that is present or also our heart and soul and the giving of our entire self to that particular moment in time? Something to think about.
My present situation is kind of a limbo game right now, and I have never been very good at playing limbo. How those people get down so low in such a compromised position is beyond my range of motion. But I am in limbo now in my life, moving from one situation to the next, trying to soak up all the moment has for me. I'd be lying if I said it was easy. It's a constant battle, looking back on what I could've done differently and looking forward to what I perceive as so much better. Sometimes waiting -- no, always -- waiting is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But if I let her, my friend "the present" will teach me great things. I just have to sit still and listen to her instruction. I also have to hold tightly to her, grasping with joy, thankful for this fleeting time, anxious to learn what she has to reveal, because we all know...she is here today, but will be gone tomorrow.
P.S. Those months I was going through treatment led me to writing...putting on paper my thoughts and experiences and realizing that writing is an outlet for me, whether it's chronicling our house renovations or just sharing my heart. Thank you for listening; I never take that for granted.
"You will keep in perfect peace, those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you."
-from the Book of Isaiah
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