Every now and then I find myself thinking about living in a different time period in my life than the present. Actually I find myself doing it a lot.
For instance, on the drive home yesterday I started thinking about my childhood and wishing I could go back just for one day to relive it all. Back in our old house. A summer day so I could take a dip in the pool, play with my neighborhood friends, hang out with my little sis (I’d be nicer to her this time), roll around in the grass with our dog, and spend the evening reading the latest Baby-sitter’s Club book in my rainbow-themed wallpapered room. Not a care in the world.
When I’m not thinking about the past, I’m thinking about the future. The kids are grown and more independent, our basement is finally finished and all our home projects are complete, we take nice vacations, and I’m not stressing about whether or not I have enough money in the budget for a new pair of shoes. You know, because all of this will happen in the future… obviously.
Is this normal? Why can’t I ever live in the present? I think I’m happy. I just get caught up in the day-to-day responsibilities of being a mom, taking care of my family, and working. Sometimes I try to remind myself to be more appreciative of the present and enjoy the NOW instead of escaping to the past or future. Because someday I might reminisce about today and wish I had it all back.