Living in the present...hot coffee anyone?

So it is the second day after Christmas and I have to say as much as it was really hard to teach right up until the 22nd.  I am loving this time to be at home with my family.  Has anyone else experienced the joy of an actual hot cup of coffee recently?  I have found that they have been few and far between ever since having my son but even more so since I have gone back to teaching full time.

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Today I just took time to make a coffee. Dan bought coffee creamer for us to have over the holidays and I indulged in the most delicious hot coffee in my red mug under my tartan Indigo blanket  and actually looked properly at our decorated Christmas tree.

This season of life is so busy and I am not just talking about the Christmas season but this season of life generally.  There is so much to do and the to do list just never seems to end.  There are always so many things that I should be doing but rarely are there things that I WANT to be doing.  This morning, I did something that I WANTED to do and it was glorious.  Living in the present is really hard for me.  I don't usually do a lot of resolutions but this year if there is one thing that I want to remember is to live in the present moment.  Notice the things around me, the beauty of nature, the laughter of my son, my handsome husband puttering around, and smells of home cooking (we got an Instapot...and we are so in love :-)).

I have so many things that I would like to share with you this year.  I have been putting off getting this blog out there and maybe this will be my way of recording the good things, the things we should be present for.  I don't want my life to pass me by...I am going to end with a fairly lengthy quote a friend shared with me today on social media.  It is by Anne Lamott who I have only recently discovered.  Wishing you a wonderful day of being present.


(w)hat if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfection and people please that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, or imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
-Anne Lamott