Moving Pieces
I've been thinking about enjoying the right now. Especially in this time of transition in my life. It's so easy to appreciate something fully the moment it leaves your fingers, but miss out on it while you have it. Sunday night makes you appreciate the weekend more. September makes you yearn for summer days. As pieces move to new places, and both exciting and difficult events hang on the horizon, I'm reminded to really appreciate where I am instead of always looking ahead. The future is always moving in. It's always in the act of coming, approaching, looming. But the present is here only once. If I'm always anticipating what's next, always planning and projecting, I won't realize what I have until it gets replaced by what's coming next. There is sweetness and anticipation and treasure in every time - no matter what's missing, no matter what you're longing for or still dreaming of holding in your grasp. I don't want to miss this tim...