I have this theory. Our lives are like an empty book. Everyday we fill another page. Sometimes we fill a whole chapter in one day and at other times we may skip many days before we make another entry. Recently, I found one of my old journals. It was from my first husband, years ago, one Christmas. He had written “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” and the date. My son was three and I was twenty six. I remember feeling so much hope for what lay ahead. It is hard to believe that so much has happened in-between those pages. So many deaths and births and hard times and celebrations. I guess what I know for sure is that life goes on. It doesn’t even stop when we do. And I have to tell you I have stopped and been stuck several times.
Today, I find myself in a place of self evaluation, in-between the pages of yesterday and today. Mainly, stuck in yesterday. I used to always want to fast forward everything but now, I wish that I could help everyone slow down and not try to get to the last page so fast. Somehow I missed out on stopping to smell the flowers or slowing down enough to experience the element of surprise.
We don’t always need to know what happens before we are there. Part of the joy is enjoying the story.