Some of you may think that today is my birthday since today is day 40 of my 40 Days to 40, but my birthday is actually tomorrow. So day 40 is, in fact, the last day of my 30s. I can't say it was a miscalculation per se - it was something of a choice.
Today, on my last day of my 30s, I found myself having a moment that I was not expecting, that I thought I'd share.
Today, on my last day of my 30s, I found myself having a moment that I was not expecting, that I thought I'd share.
Present Moment
As I mentioned, today I had a moments of peace and solitude where I felt so present in that moment. It was kind of unexpected and it felt like a gift. At the beginning of this project, I was struggling to be present in the activities that I was doing and found myself writing these posts while doing the activity instead of focusing on the activity itself.
But today, that didn't happen. I had a moment when I was biking with my husband and kids when I was far in front of them - I had stopped and couldn't see where they were. I was debating about turning back but instead I just stopped. There was no one on the trail in front of or behind me that I could see. The trees were mostly obscuring any city scape (I could barely make out the two apartment buildings in the distance that were mostly hidden behind two trees).
I could still hear the DVP but that was it, and for a city girl, that was minor. My nose is stuffed up from seasonal allergies so I couldn't even smell the Don River's signature bouquet of dirt and decaying garbage. And I had a moment - right there - in that moment. I took a deep breath, appreciated that exact point in time and space in my life and my surrounding ... and then I turned around and biked 10 seconds before finding my family.
Like I said, it was moment. But even so, I was grateful for it.
But today, that didn't happen. I had a moment when I was biking with my husband and kids when I was far in front of them - I had stopped and couldn't see where they were. I was debating about turning back but instead I just stopped. There was no one on the trail in front of or behind me that I could see. The trees were mostly obscuring any city scape (I could barely make out the two apartment buildings in the distance that were mostly hidden behind two trees).
I could still hear the DVP but that was it, and for a city girl, that was minor. My nose is stuffed up from seasonal allergies so I couldn't even smell the Don River's signature bouquet of dirt and decaying garbage. And I had a moment - right there - in that moment. I took a deep breath, appreciated that exact point in time and space in my life and my surrounding ... and then I turned around and biked 10 seconds before finding my family.
Like I said, it was moment. But even so, I was grateful for it.