It’s early for me; as I sit to write this the sun has yet to peek over the hills. The streets are still quiet, and the cafe that I’m sitting at is still empty. I’m sure it won’t last.
I am not an early riser. My ideal day is to wake up at 9, read some articles and browse the internet, before finally getting up, eating breakfast, and finally getting dressed. A successful day off is not getting dressed before noon. That is decidedly not this morning.
It’s fun to see people in their usual routine: the guy on a motorcycle that just pulled up, greeted the barista by name, laid perfect change on the counter, and picked up his already made drink; the man in a suit on the phone as he walked by, firing questions to his assistant; the woman out for a run with her dog. We all have our rituals and routines. We all have a way we want to see our day go, a way to help us move the day forward.
How do we continue to move our lives forward though? The time keeps passing, but are we moving it? Are we pushing the day, or is it pushing us? In a sea of Yesterdays and Tomorrows, are we adrift on the raft of Today?
We spend so much of our time exerting control on the everyday nuances of our lives: there is an app to control the temperature and lighting of your home, we can find exactly the show we want to watch when we want to watch it, we can have our coffee in incredibly complex and ridiculous ways. We spend so much time trying to control the mundane, perhaps because we have now feel we have so little control in every other way.
I have felt my days getting away from me. I have felt the moments and the time getting a little too far in front, always keeping me off-balance. It’s time to slow down, to make sure I have a solid footing. To take control of my Today, to get the Tomorrow I want.
Until next time…
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