No Day, but Today...

The past is gone, the future uncertain, there is only the present.

I've heard that phrase all of my adult life, but only now, in the throes of middle age, do I truly understand the truth of that statement.

I am stuck in the present, and I am slowly learning that this is the place I am supposed to be.

Being unemployed forces me to stay in the present. I cannot make plans too far in advance. I do not know if I will be working a week, a month, or even six months from now.

Marrying for the second time has me firmly planted in the present. We only share the present. Our past lives- some twenty years apiece, were spent with others. We were formed and shaped by events that the other had no part of. Our past is therefore, somewhat opaque. We can share our histories, but much remains cloudy. The stories are filtered through a lens of pain and disappointment.

I am slowly coming to accept that there truly is no day, but today. I am beginning to repeat that mantra to myself each morning.
No matter what disappointments or setbacks come my way, each day, I begin again.

I've left yesterday in the past. I cannot predict tomorrow. I am only responsible for today.