When I was a young teen, my mother decided her kids needed to have more culture in their lives. She read us a book about the 50 most influential people in the world of art. After listening to Mom read about each artist, my siblings and I would suddenly take an interest in becoming whatever we had just studied. We wrote plays after reading about Shakespeare and made little sculptures after learning about Michelangelo. We didn’t have any clay lying around the house so we improvised by taking the bag of sandwich bread from the top of the refrigerator and squashing it until it turned into what we thought was a giant glob of clay. We then made our sculptures.
My dear mother was such a good sport about it. Money was very tight and we had just used the entire loaf of bread. She didn’t scold us though. She just laughed and then told us that we would have to eat our sculptures the next day with peanut butter for lunch. My Mom was living in the moment on that day.
It’s easy to forget to live in the moment. Life is busy. I have a to-do list a mile long and it’s easy to worry about tomorrow instead of living today. For my next challenge, I will pick one activity each day and really stop and enjoy the moment. I will force myself to be fully present with the moment and treasure the experience.
Will you join me on this challenge?