Living in the NOW

For all the madness out there; for all the crazy politics and abuse and abandonment, the world, our lives, still hold thrills and happiness at every turn.

Sitting on my sofa this Saturday morning, dogs and cats bugging me for pets, hubby gone for the day, I reflect on all the blessings I’ve had through the years, least of all three animals who want my affection and give back tenfold.

I know all of our hearts have been broken one time or another, and, if we are loving, giving people, they will be broken again. But because of that love of life and the world, we are able to survive and appreciate the gifts we have been given even more.

I was thinking about the millennials this morning. All the talk about them living in the “now” and how their financial goals are different from the baby boomers. I know mils that don’t have insurance, don’t have great jobs, don’t have husbands and wives but have live-in partners.

The world has changed. 

And, believe it or not, that’s a good thing.

I think true wisdom comes with not having to prove to the world that your way of thinking is right. That true love of life comes in many forms, and yours is unique and different from everyone else’s.

I am beginning to think that the millenials are right. At least in some ways. 

They live for today. For NOW. For the pleasure that each day brings.

Baby boomers are stuck in the thought process that if we do “A” now or wait until we are “A” then we are allowed to enjoy “B”. So women (and men) don’t do the things their heart wants to do because they are waiting until they’ve lost enough weight, made enough money, earn enough vacation. It’s not just a point of going out to dinner or finding the right bathing suit, either. I’ve known people who have been waiting years to do what they want because they’ve made some imaginary goal that they’ll never make. 

Millenials want to do something? They figure a way to do it today.. Now. 

That seems like jumping without a parachute to those of us older fogies that are tied up in mortgages and car payments and monotonous jobs we’re afraid to change. 

But it’s living in the “now” for many others.

Which circles back to loving every moment you are alive, despite the broken hearts. I thank the Goddess every morning I am able to open my eyes and get out of bed. I am thankful I can listen to all kinds of music and read books that intrigue me and play with my grandkids and hug my hubby. I am thankful I can look out the window at the brushing of snow and pet my cat and watch the birds in  the birdfeeder and write a story and find a pair of socks to keep my feet warm.

That is living in the “now.” 

That is taking the madness in the world with a grain of salt and moving forward every day in a positive way, making the world a better place than you left it. It’s not waiting to share the love. And to take it, too. You deserve it. We all deserve it. 

Don’t wait until tomorrow to give your love. Tommorrow may be too late.



4 thoughts on “Living in the NOW

  1. Thank you for your reassurance. I think the best way to live is a little of both. I can do with less, and I am the one who gets friends and family together all the time. I don’t want to wait to see the people I love. I want too enjoy them now!

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  2. How True ! Don’t live to regret the “path not taken”. Take that path. Follow that trail that leads into the corn field. Don’t look back.


  3. I love this post so much. Thank you. I am currently reading Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of NOW, and it is very enlightening. My neighbor bought herself a sports car several years ago (in her 60’s). She said that she has been waiting 40 years for one. I also have mils in my family, and I admire so much the way they do what they want, when they want to do it. It’s refreshing, and a good thing.


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