Surely there's enough in this very moment to occupy me. Yet the voice in my heads sees to it that I’m tired up in knots about about some future possibility that may or may not happen, and somehow at same time worried something that happened in the past that I can't change?
It seems I need to learn from the mistakes but let them go - the past has past. And I need to think about the future, but not be burden by the unknown - the future isn't real. It takes discipline to live life one moment at a time, but it's exhausting not to.
I’m reminding myself to think about just that single grain of sand that passes through the hour glass in this single moment, hoping it will free my mind and soul to be at its best and find peace in the present.