This is it. The day has come. I joined this writing challenge to restart a creative life, but I can think of a million things I should be doing instead.
I am going to do it. I am going to write every day. A few sentences or a page. Matters not. I will write. I will be here. Now. Each day I will be here. Not there. Here.
Here, typing away, trying to think of something important to say. Not there, thinking about how I should do my neck extensions because I am too far forward again and have neglected that ball and chain for months. Here.
Now. Not later. Here and not there. Not thinking about how sitting in silence, hearing my breath is more important to my wellbeing than this at this moment. Putting thoughts to paper. Blog. In the now. The present.
Carefully unwrapping this present to myself. A lovely gift of presence, here and now. Not distracting myself with my hunger and the need to prep dinner. Or the dishes in the sink that should be put into the dishwasher because I hate a messy kitchen. Or the test papers to grade. Not TalentEd to complete or the calls to make or the conferences to schedule or the cats to feed. Not the estate to settle. Or the forgiveness to grant. NO. Not here and not now…
For here and now I am present for the challenge, gracing myself, focusing on the words and the tap, tap, tapping of the keys on the keyboard. A true gift, simple yet complex, when I am present to accept it.