This is Part Two inspired by my “you can’t go There if you don’t leave Here first” post.
My previous post could have implied otherwise but I wanted to make it clear – I love my Here and Now.
In fact this is the questions I ask myself every day – am I loving my here and now?
This is my #1 goal, this is my biggest and the most outrageous dream, this is my ultimate desire – love my Here and Now.
Yes, there are people that annoy me, there are relationships that I want to let go of, there are goals I am headed towards, there are thousands of things I want to improve or, OK,– grow in myself.
But I do love those people who annoy me, I do love the relationships I am in the process of letting go of, I do love the goals I haven’t reached yet and really wish they came to me easier and with less effort and I absolutely, undeniably love and adore myself Here and Now with all of my imperfections and thousands of points I have on my list I have to work on to improve or, again,-grow in myself.
I love my Here and Now. I adore it. Even when I hate it I still love it. I want to learn to be fully in it. Every moment. Every breath. I want to always be Here and love it.
Contradiction? Maybe? Doesn’t make any sense? I don’t think so.
Why would you even want to not love your Now?
What is the point of reaching your goals? They will become your Now. Your Now – -that you don’t love. Your Now –that you want to get rid of.
Is your Now an obstacle that you want to overcome? But that’s exactly what you’ll get more of – obstacles to overcome, things to improve, areas to grow, relationships to let go of, goals to reach again and again and again… Until you die.
You might as well start loving that stuff now. Because it will always be your Now.
Take a deep breath.
Stop for a minute and say – I love you. I love you my Here and Now.
You are perfect with your imperfections and I am so grateful because no matter what -you are here for me.
What are your relationships with your Here and Now? Is it an obstacle to overcome, to run through to the next goal? Or is it a blessing, a cherished gift?
Stop and love it. Otherwise, what’s the point?