Like everyone, I have projects, chores, and bills that
elbow their way into my thoughts and interrupt my dreams. They hover like ghost ships off in the
distance, just waiting to steal my attention. I row to keep them at bay.
When I'm in the boat, it's all about the now. This stroke, this stretch of water, this moment. To lose focus is to falter, or worse, flip. It's a mindful, beautiful dance that no one can cut in on, and somehow when I'm done I have more energy, more creative fuel to deal with the ghost ships.
I realize that you may be reading this at work or at home after a long day. Wherever you are, think about tomorrow. Steal one of those 24 hours, grab 20 minutes. Walk. Write. Paint. Run. Swim. Or just sit and meditate. Take some time to do something that lands you firmly in the now. The ghost ships can wait.
P.S. Sometimes being in the now means just getting through it. Case in point: this morning's row. Grey skies (oh, San Francisco summers!), crap water (conditions ranged from refreshing to invigorating) and strong wind. A real slog. But we did it. As one coach used to tell me, "sometimes the only way out is through." Not fun for sure, but those kind of moments in the "now" make for great perspective later.