Relative Something

Life is an adventure, and then you die. Funny, for all the times I feel like I’m okay with the possibility of death –mine or others, when I’ve just been told that we have purchased the tickets for a trip to Portugal in September, one of the thoughts that comes to mind is, “I hope I don’t die before then.” Not to mention, there’s that struggle to live in the moment, burdened with my anticipation to look forward toward the adventure at my internet friend’s Forest Garden Estate.

More near term, beyond the rest of the work week’s daily overloaded grind, I’ve got 2 weekends in a row planned for the winter getaway in Hayward. I can’t describe how special that is. I have endured a rather prolonged drought from forays to my favorite place this winter. Just like a big football game for me, the anticipation can be the best part. I need to practice melding visualizations of my desires for future fun up at the lake, to my exercises of being fully in the present moment. Can it be done?

I will enjoy my anticipation while being in this moment.