It’s Saturday morning again and I’m surrounded by what must be a hundred children. The funny thing is that there are only five of them here! The oldest had a friend sleep over and they’re both still sleeping upstairs.
I know better by now than to try to get anything useful done at times like these. Of course I have plenty of things to do, more than I could possibly get done anyway, but what I’ve learned is that it’s better to not even try when there’s little chance of accomplishing anything.
This isn’t a lament about my lack of time; what I’m getting at here is that I’ve realized in the last year or two that I’ve spent so much of my life, so many moments, wishing to be somewhere else or wanting to be doing something else.
This is a great way to be perpetually unhappy. I think you’ll be much happier if you try to live each moment by being there, really being there, wherever you are, one hundred percent. Now I’m going back to being here. See ya.