A moment to savor a moment to remember
A moment is all we have yes
This moment this present is the present
This is a gift.
It’s my birthday tomorrow and I just wanted to write something, even if I don’t feel like I am re-inventing or what ever. I just want to be just for one day, just be. Be here. In the present, not analyzing the past, or planning the future. Stop figuring out what I am feeling, stop the incessant decisions and just be. Just do. So many things on the list to do, I want to do lots of stuff, quite ambitious still. But nothing seems so important to me at the moment of my 37th birthday as just being. Just letting go and being happy with this action.
However, since I am really writing this on the day before my birthday, I can plan, decide, feel, and other crap today.
Being a writer means being sometimes alone with your thoughts, ideas, and the solitude can be deafening at times. It’s true, one can not be a writer if one is not comfortable with solitude and a bit of loneliness. You are never truly alone, even if you feel the Muse has left the building, country, planet, whatever. That is the source of my happiness – is this an action though? This active positive thought, knowing I am not alone even if I haven’t talked to anyone for hours on end. I am with my words, and they often give me more comfort than a cozy blanket on a cold night, more than my cats, or the sound of a friend’s voice. Sometimes, of course, not always, my writing (fill in the blank for other things) is not everything I would like it to be, and it annoys the heck out of me. I have to stop being annoyed at myself!!
"Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions."
