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Day 13 of the 30 days of gratitude...living in the moment.

Yesterday I blogged about the journey I have been on.  It wasn't about finding myself, but rather learning how to express my true self freely without worrying about being judged for my thoughts, actions or just all around silliness.  On Twitter my bio reads, 'Professional Goofball' and though that bio might change from time to time, I like that title.  I have learned in this short amount of time that there is a time for seriousness and responsibility, but there is also more than enough time for having fun and not taking life so seriously. 

Do I care about the world? Yes. Do I care about issues in the world, Yes.  I am still human, I still have opinions, but what I try not to worry about anymore is some one's opinion of me, that was always my biggest downfall and I am not alone, because many of us have this issue.

So, after that long winded opening, what am I grateful for?  I took so long to get to the point I had to look at the subject line to remember (ha!)...I am grateful for the moment.  What moment? Each moment from the beginning of this blog to the very last word. Each thought is a moment.  I am learning to relax and go with the flow. I am learning to live in the exact moment and not worry about what happened two seconds ago, or what will happen two seconds from now...there it went. hahaha!

Some day's it is a battle to not worry about the past or the future, but we all manage right? We take a deep breath, or four, exhale the stresses, anxieties and fears and then pick ourselves up by our, heels, laces or bootstraps and continue on. 

Life doesn't have to be hard.  It can be a fascinating journey if you learn to trust in the moment, listen to the voice in your heart and sometimes, take chances.  Trust me on the voice in your heart, haven't you noticed that when you listen to it, good things happen?  Our minds sometimes have a tendency to make situations crazier than they actually are, so listen to your heart, it will never lie to you.  "What about that ex-so and so because I listened to my heart", you ask?  Well that is called a lesson.  Take from it what you will, chalk it up to a moment in your life and know that good things are ahead.

Until tomorrow....take a moment to revel in your moment. Any moment and then let it go and experience the next.
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