Living In The Moment

My day started at 2:02 am. Yes A.M.


What the …?!?

My job occasionally requires me to answer the phone at all hours of the day and night for emergencies.  What actually constitutes an emergency can often be left up to debate.  My 2am phone call did not exactly fit the description, but after the initial cardiac attack, it did make me stop.  And think.  A LOT.  Because of course, what else is there to do at 2am when the dollars are flying around in my brain, not unlike a F5 tornado?

My brain.  Constantly.

My brain. Constantly.

The phone call had been placed due to a Hospice patient passing away in the middle of the night.  The caller was requesting the information be passed along to one of his attending physicians.  As my foggy, sleep-deprived brain tried it’s best to comprehend what the soft voice on the other end of the line was telling me, everything suddenly stopped.  The age of the patient put him only three years older than me.  THREE years.  I wrote everything down, assured her I would pass the information along, and proceeded to spend the next two hours doing my best to slow the dollars down into some kind of manageable thoughts.

After fighting with the dollars that just refused to cooperate and let me fall back to sleep, I came to a conclusion.  Perhaps not a stunning one, but an important one I think.  A conclusion that I believe could do not only me, but many, many others, a world of good.

in the moment

Who was this person whose name and birthday I had just written down?  Was he a good person?  Did he have a family and friends who would mourn his loss?  Had his life, in any way, impacted others?  Not to get too deep into an existentialist (?) view on life, and what it may or may not mean, it did stop and make me think.  Why are we always rushing through our life?  THIS is our life.  We’re living it as we speak.  We’re not waiting for it to happen, it already is.


Which, in a roundabout way that I’m sure only I can understand, (the dollars, remember?), brings me back to the Little Black Dog.

Water Dog

What are you waiting for??? Throw it!!!

Dogs live in the moment.  The only things they care about are food, play, sleep, and perpetuation of the species.  And I’m not even sure about that last one.  (I think Mother Nature just puts that one on autodrive.)  As all humans do, I constantly anthropomorphize the Wonder Mutt, (yup, big word bonus points!).  The hubby and I make a game out of what could possibly be going on in her head at any given moment.  We’ve come up with some pretty good plans related to food “misappropriation”, the best spots for napping, whether or not she REALLY wants the bone patterned blankie on her bed, or what she’s thinking when hitting us with her best mesmerizing stare, (often accompanied by heavy sighs), appearing nightly during meal time.  It’s life at it’s best and most simplest.


So as you go about your day, try to take a moment, be like Little Black Dog and LIVE in it.  You may find yourself a better of a person for it.

Enjoy the ride.

How do you live in the moment?

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