Moment by Moment

Mr. Ginley printed out an article for me to read yesterday.

(You never know what wildlife you'll encounter)

It's all about keeping things small. Not "one day at a time" but "one moment at a time." Small bites. Something I always say but have difficulty achieving.

Tough to look at this moment, right here, and not worry about what's going to happen down the road. I'm a champion worrier from way back, and boy-howdy, do I excel.

And yet...yesterday we took a walk in the MetroParks. The sky was a brilliant blue, the trees were walls of color, almost too much to take in. We sat on a bench by the river and watched the Canadian geese do their thing. And chatted.

And I thought, "this moment."

So, I get it, and I'm trying to keep my perspective. I'm blessed to be doing some work. And I trust that soon my calling will find me.

In the meantime, I'm moving slowly, taking baby steps. Crunching the leaves. Taking in the fall air. And believing it will all come right in the end.

The other night, we were watching an old western starring Randolph Scott, called The Tall T. After killing three bad guys, Scott turned to the woman/love interest, who was sobbing, and said, "None of that. It's going to be a good day."

Yep, that's about it.