Life is a pretty dynamic thing. We live this one moment – “now” – again and again. I’m not just playing word games with you, this is our experience. Now. These now moments add up to “the future” as each subtly affects the as yet unexperienced outcome to come. Once lived, they are our immediate experience of “the past”, although we quickly edit our recollections to more comfortably fit our chosen internal narrative.

I wrote awhile. The toxic seed around which that pearl was wrapped colored the result in a subtly unpleasant way, far more suited to self-reflection and growth than to publication. The draft sits unnamed in a list of similar never-published-probably-better-that-way drafts, balled up digital paper tossed toward a digital waste basket, and left carelessly where they fell. The music in the background changed. I began again.

It’s still “now”.

I smile, listening to the music. Feeling relieved that my headache has finally eased somewhat. Feeling content with what I’ve gotten done over the weekend, although it wasn’t everything I noticed needs to be done. I’m okay with that. There’s still time left in the day to be a good friend, to be a better person than I was yesterday, to treat someone well, to help someone out, and to be the woman I most want to be. 🙂

There’s still time to begin yet again.