There are moments in life when everything seems to fall into place. If you are lucky, you know it as it happening and it becomes all the sweeter.
There are also those moments when nothing seems to go your way at all. And the knowing of this seems only to increase the momentum of misfortune.
Then there is the rest of life. The everyday, the waxing and waning of life circumstances and conditions. It is where we are most of the time. Sometimes I call this waiting. I have learned to make the most of my waiting. I have changed the quality of my life by changing the quality of my waiting.
Sometimes this is as simple as talking to guy who pumps your gas or walking home a new way. Sometimes it is choosing to nap outdoors on the lawn in the fresh air or buying the really good yogurt that costs more but that you really like. Sometimes it is choosing accept things as they are without making any judgment about it at all.
A talk with my sister this week has reminded me that I alone effect the quality of my life. Each decision, emotion, reaction, choice is mine to make. While it may be easy to say that I can be influenced, and I have certainly been influenced, ultimately it’s me that decides how I will live.
I have not always remembered this, but today, for whatever reason, I am.