Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? (Luke 12:25 NIV)
For the next twenty-four hours…
In recovery, we live life one day at a time, an idea requiring an enormous amount of faith. We refuse to look back—unless healing from the past is part of today’s work. We look ahead only to make plans. We focus on this day’s activity, living it to the best of our ability. If we do that long enough, we’ll have enough connected days of healthy living to make something valuable of our life. (Melody Beattie, The Language of Letting Go)
When is a temporal question. A question of time and timing. When will this happen? When do you want to meet? When will I ever have enough time to finish what I started?
Time haunts me. I never “feel” like I have enough of it. I try to manage and budget it wisely. And sometimes I am successful, but at the end of the day, I always think, if I just had more time.
However, this mindset keeps peace at bay, and invites more anxiety than not. I am learning that time is time. It’s a gift to enjoy, to cherish. Not a commodity to hoard. I really have enough time.
When I relax and live one day at a time, aware of moments both glorious and mundane, time ebbs into a state of timelessness.
How about you? When was the last time you relaxed and enjoyed the moments of your day?
One way I relax and get lost in time is writing, doodling and processing life in my journals. This month I decided to add some journal boxes and stamped circles to the pages. Here’s a video of the unexplored pages of my imagination. Enjoy!
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