I feel like I’m always wishing time away. We have 21 days until we will have the keys to our new house. Most of the time I think I would just give up those days if I could wake up and be in the house. But yesterday I gave Little Dude a piggyback ride around our apartment. The apartment I cannot wait to get out of. I can still hear him giggling and shrieking with delight. The whole thing lasted a minute; but I would not give up that minute for anything. It was the best. It made me wonder how many things I overlook or give up because I am wishing time away.
I’m going to start living in the moment. I’m going to let Little Dude pick up 500 rocks on our 2 hour, 1/8 mile walk in the woods. He isn’t interested in what will happen 21 days from now. All he cares about is what sound a rock makes when it hits the water. Or what it feels like to dig in the dirt.
I am going to enjoy my training runs and rides. Not just think about getting to the finish. Enjoy being outside. I will try not to always be concerned with my pace and distance.
I will no longer wish my life away. I am going to enjoy every bit of it. Well…I’m sure I still won’t enjoy doing dishes or folding laundry. But everything else.