Appreciating the Now

Story time:   For the past few weeks my life has been about packing, moving, and moving in. The ins and outs of relocating, yet again, by myself, have been a bit taxing. Any downtime with my friends has been a relief. So I told myself now that it’s August, and I’m semi settled, it’s time to enjoy the rest of this summer.  Hence my semi-impromptu solo road-trip this past weekend to Philly.

Scenes from the park

Now to know me is to know that my version of impromptu is that I planned this trip Thursday night, as opposed to the day of. I could tell you my weekend plans from here to mid-September, so that is it.. I guess at a certain age that’s just life. But it hit me recently, that even though at times it can suck to be alone, I know that in the not so distant future I am going to look back and appreciate this time and wish I took more advantage of it. Right now I can come and go as I please and don’t have to worry about baby-sitters or checking in on anyone or anything. That will not always be the case. So this is a special time. Sacred time. And I’m grateful for it and plan to make the most of it. I think that too often in life we get so caught up in what we want for the future that we don’t stop and appreciate our now. Even though a family is something that is very much on my mind for my future these days, I am enjoying the hell out of my present. I don’t envy anyone else I know because I know that when that comes for me, my life changes will be so cool and on time and unforced because I’ve really lived and enjoyed my single-life and freedom until then. And I don’t regret it.

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Contemplating taking a sip

So here’s to more spur-of-the-moment road trips, explorations of my city, and random wanderings full of discovery and wonder. Here’s to more getting lost in bookstores, libraries, museums, and parks (metaphorically but not literally, because parks can be a little scary). Here’s to enjoying these little adventures, rolling with tide, and going to wherever the wind decides to take me.

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