Don't Blink

Sometimes, I feel like Lucy from Fifty First Dates. Not because I have short-term memory loss or because I relive the same day over and over, but because like Lucy at the end of the movie, sometimes I wake up and have no idea where I am.

Don't worry. This isn't an entry about how I drink too much and then black out and wake up in some stranger's house. I just feel like the story of my life unfolds so quickly that I forget where I left my bookmark the night before when I went to sleep.

Of course, when I open my eyes in the morning, I am happy with where I am. This place that I find myself in, this momentary blip on my lifeline, is a good place. But still, it is unsettling to know that life passes by so quickly.

I feel like the last time I blinked, I was a little girl playing outside with my sister, and the next time I blink, I will be in my thirties watching two of my own children play outside.

The only protection against the raging current of life, which seeks to sweep us off our feet and carry us away at breakneck speed is to find an anchor. That anchor is living in the moment. This moment that we have right now, we can never have it again. We can visit it, in memory, but we cannot swim back upstream to that exact spot once we have left it behind. Cherish the moment and the people who inhabit it with you.