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Five Minute Friday: Present

A day late with my Five Minute Friday this week. I left my house yesterday at 7:30am and didn't return until 9:30pm and had nothing left in the tank but I'm here now...

Present is such a hard word for me. I spend so much time wishing I could change the past and worrying about the future that I find myself ignoring the present. This was the case on my recent vacation. Something happened a couple of weeks before I left that rocked my world and had me questioning everything in my past and in my future and I often had to bring myself back to the present and make myself concentrate on the fact that I was in Europe, a place I'd dreamed of visiting.

You would think that the present would be the best place to be. The past only leads to frustration - we can't change anything in the past so why take up residence there? The future is a mystery that we have no control over so why borrow trouble and waste any time there? But yet, I prefer both of those places to the present. It is a mystery to me that I wish I could solve.

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  1. Andrea- My posts are usually Five Minute Saturday posts :) I am with you on this one... replaying what I could have done different to worrying about what the future holds. That's usually when I force myself slow down enough to really enjoy the right now- it's all we're guaranteed. Have a lovely day!

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  2. Hi Andrea, thanks for your post, too. I am also a five min Saturday person this week! And I also have trouble living in the present... I think it's a human struggle and a good one at that. Keep living the questions! Blessings for your day!

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  3. Sorry, I got distracted from being in the present... it says 2013. Am I losing it, or is something happening with the dates here?

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  4. Oops, sorry, I get it! I clicked on the wrong link!! Ok, NOW, I'm present!

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