One day recently, I caught myself. Doing that thing that we all do. I was living in the future instead of the present.
It's very embarrassing, really...what I was doing. But I will share this with you, anyway. It is real, after all.
My grandmother (whom I love dearly & don't see very often) was talking to me. And I was thinking about the future. I was thinking about how I was missing playing board games outside with the rest of the family. I was thinking about where I had laid down my cup. I was thinking about what time it was and wondering what time we should get on the road to head home.
I caught myself.
And I focused on her eyes and the way she made her facial expressions. And how she moved her beautiful hands which she doesn't like because they are wrinkled and have "liver spots" on them. And everything else faded away. I was in the present moment, listening to her. And my ego stopped telling me that I had more important or more fun things to do.
I was right where I needed to be.