It’s time to get over yesterday and move into today.
You can’t change the past. It is what it is. Don’t let the “could’ve, would’ve should’ve”s weigh you down.
Stop obsessing; simply take the lessons of your past and walk into today by living it the best you can.
You have to realize things will never be the way they once were and probably will not be the way you want them to be. You have to accept things as they are.
Don’t remain stuck…choose freedom by releasing your anger, concentrating on forgiveness, and permitting yourself to heal.
Realize that you are the creator of your circumstances. Experience the time you are living in now and let peace enter your life.
Instead of thinking tomorrow will be better; focus on making today better.
Always remember yesterday was a lesson, tomorrow is hope, but today is a gift.
Don’t allow regret of yesterday to unsettle your heart.
Don’t allow worry of tomorrow settle in your mind.
Regret and worry only serve the master of discontent. Stresses of either will prevent your comfort in today.
You can’t erase the past, but you can prevent it from controlling you.
Balance your time by putting the past behind you and letting the future wait for you. This will enable you to live in the present.
Let go of control and expectation, and allow life to flow of its own accord.
Surrender to the day; trust in the moment that you are right where you are supposed to be.
Your time is now. Life awaits you. Live it this day, this minute.
When we spend too much time reliving the past, we miss the joy in the present.
When we plan our lives to the minute, we leave out room for unexpected joy.
When we live in wonderment, we find joy all around us.
Living in the Gap
February 2, 2012 – Chimes
Today I am thankful for chimes. Wind chimes sing their hodgepodge tunes as they swing to and fro. This one is not outside blowing in the wind, but is inside in a window frame. Each time I pull the curtains back, the tiny cylinders that hang below the frog clink and clank. Sun shines through the green stain glass frog and cast an olive hue among the hollow tubes. The melodious rhythm, doinnnng, doinnnng, doinnnng, of the grandfather clock hushes the singing frog. My house has come alive with church bells…