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NOW is it, you know. NOW is the only reality. This present moment – you sitting reading this blog – that is the only REAL TIME in your life. And me writing this blog to you, right now, thinking about what I am thinking, and putting it into words.
The past is just that: past, gone, finished, no longer part of NOW. As such, it has no power over NOW. And later, as you move through your house, through your day, through your life, each moment as you experience it is the only reality you can ever have. Everything else is in your mind.
This morning I woke up anxious. Anxious about the future. About my parents, about the kids, about the business, about the state of the world, about the list of things I have to achieve today. By the time I had washed my face and cleaned my teeth, I was ready to crawl back in under the duvet and switch off the light!
GAGG ! shouted a little voice in my head – the voice of reason. GAGG! This little acronym ? Get a Grip Gray !
The reality of it is that I was fretting fruitlessly about stuff which isn’t real, which hasn’t happened and probably isn’t likely to happen. Unless of course, I give it so much energy that I drive my life towards it – and it does happen!
I had to bring it right back to NOW. Because NOW is all I really truly have. Everything else is conjecture, forecasting, speculation. And based on what? On past experience? Mmm. Now there’s a potent recipe for anger, resentment and frustration!
So I shall get my box of tricks out again, the one that says “How to handle LIFE” on the lid. :
- write a gratitude list
- go find a cat to stroke
- throw away the list of work things to do today. It’s Sunday.
- sit and listen to the birds in the garden
- draw a picture ready for a lino cut, and
- maybe even throw a few porcelain bowls.
The last two are perfect for concentrating, focussing the mind in NOW.
Is it only me? Am I the only one who piles on so much work, responsibility and worry, that in the end I feel completely overwhelmed and inadequate? What a waste of good life.