Focus on the Moment
It’s a quiet morning… at least, as quiet as it can be with little kids around.
I woke up too late to join my weekly walking group for a brisk go around the lake. So, we’ve settled for couch time and our 300th viewing of Pocahontas on Netflix. I can’t complain. This is perhaps one of my favorite Disney films.
My littlest has this thing where you know she’s relaxed when she snuggles on you and plays gently with your ear. My oldest just likes to make sure some part of her is touching you. Everyone sharing the same blanket makes everything just right.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I’m noticing. I’m being mindful. I’m taking it all in.
For the last two days, the word “focus” keeps falling in my eyeline, and I’m drawn to the notion that much of my thinking lately is not on what matters. Yes, my career is important, as is my marriage. Somebody’s gotta pay the bills, do the laundry, and clean the dishes. I have a lot on my mental agenda on any given day.
I still have to stop though. Stop and see. Pause and feel the moment. That’s usually where the good stuff is.