Content

Each of us, moment by moment, stand in the unknown. 

The unrevealed future makes room for worry, anxiety and fear.

I write in my journal, drawing hearts around my questions.  

Will I maintain good health as I age?

How much time is left with my old husky boy?

Will the economy make a “soft landing?”

Despite not having answers, I find I’m peaceful.  

I’ve been in a place of contentment for a while now.

This is new to me.

Somehow, I’ve come to understand that I can’t live in time I don’t yet have. 

And, looking back in regret leeches fulfillment.

This morning, I embrace the limitations of the day. 

I give thanks.

I willfully allow the day to be a page blank. 

I seek solace with what’s to come.

Tomorrow I will write what has happened. 

And I will give thanks again.

I will be content.