This year, I won’t dread the future or wait for it. I’ll enjoy the present. I won’t worry that the holiday season has come to an end. I’ll enjoy the now and the here.

I spend Saturdays worrying that Sunday is around the corner and my weekend will be gone. I’ll enjoy the weekend instead.

I spend evenings worrying that the next day will be busy. I’ll enjoy the evening sunset instead.

I spend time worrying that my dog will get sick and die. I’ll celebrate his life instead.

I love my now and my here. There’s no where I’d rather be and no one than I’d rather be with. My husband, my munchkin dog, my mad birds, and my silly fish–they’re my here, my now, my forever.