“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift, that is why it is called the present.”
I have never really been a person to dwell on the past, nor have I hung on to regrets. But I do often find myself caught up in plans and preoccupied with the future. What are we doing tomorrow? What’s going on this weekend? Where will we spend our summer vacation? Did I finish that blog post? Who haven’t I pleased today?
I don’t suspect this will change with age. Growing and evolving as a person means to constantly push yourself, to further yourself. But what strikes me about the quote was the fact that I, in the midst of all this planning, sometimes fail to live. To breath. To enjoy. To rejoice. For really what is life, if you’re endlessly chasing your next big ticket and forgetting to savor the journey.
So thank you Eleanor Roosevelt, for reminding me that today is a gift and it is present within myself.