December 4th, 2013
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A friend from a support group sent me a wonderful short poem (which I am sharing below) reminding me about the priority of today.
On one level, I suppose you could say it’s about managing your time but on another level, I think it’s about figuring out what’s important to you and staying focused on the things you want to pursue or accomplish and the people in your life that you really want to hang out with.
That can be a tall order when you have lots of responsibilities from daily life vying for your attention but I find that most people will make, find or block out the time to do whatever it is that really fires them up even if they have to lose sleep to get it done.
The person who sent the below poem to me could not find the author and I couldn’t either.  Whoever the author is they gave us the gift of a solid message calling into focus the beauty of being in the moment and letting everything extraneous fly away.
Please check it out and see for yourself. . .
Be Spontaneous!
There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.  Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.  We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said.  Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities; its burdens, its large promise and poor performance.  Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow’s sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.  Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.
This leaves only one day — Today.  Anyone can fight the battles of  just one day.  It is only when you and I add the burdens of those awful eternities — Yesterday and Tomorrow — that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives us mad — it is remorse or bitterness for something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what will happen Tomorrow.
Let us therefore live but one day at a time.
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