It took a while for me to realize that I was still living with and holding on to yesterday. Yesterday’s hopes, dreams, successes, pain, disappointments, goals and reality. See so often I think of yesterday and what I used to be, how I used to act, live, love. You name it I focus on it. I failed to remember that the past has a seductive quality to it. We are all revisionists when it comes to our personal history, both good and bad.
I realized that I have not been able to fully appreciate where I am in my live right now. It is always in comparison to something that used to be or never was. That has proven to be a painful way to live. Life should move forward not stay stagnate. I found myself continuously reflecting on how great things were when I lived down south. I constantly complained about living back up North. However, after almost ten years I am still living here. When I was there I wished I lived back in a big happening city. Never satisfied.
So now I am beginning to live in the here and now. No more wishing things were different. I have to change it if I want it to be different. Sometimes easier said than done. But true nonetheless.