Lately, I’ve noticed that I spend a lot of my time wishing for things I don’t have.
I whine to my husband about my weight. I bemoan the fact that I’m utterly underwhelmed by my job. I drown my friends in lamentations about my life in general.
I mourn the child I’ve never carried in my womb.
I am wishing my life away.
One day I will wake up and realize that I’ve been neglecting all the wonderful things I do have while wishing for those things I don’t have.
Like true love. Friendship. Family. Laughter.
I don’t want to find myself sitting alone in a rocking chair somewhere, still wishing.
Wishing for more time with loved ones. Wishing for my youth. My health. Wishing I hadn’t spent so much time wishing.
It is time for me to learn to live in the moment. Because as each moment passes, it is another that I’ll never get back.