I like to have a plan. Self admittedly, I’m not the most organized person in the world. Yet, I like to know what’s ahead. I can go with the flow. I can be impulsive. But I’d rather know what to expect. At least in a skeleton format. Give me a guide, please.
When I was a child, a woman who was part of our church sang a song quite frequently. Her husband played electric guitar and she would belt out, “One Day at a Time.” Perhaps you’ve heard it. It was made famous in the southern gospel arena by Cristy Lane. The lyrics are something like this:
One day at a time, sweet Jesus.
That’s all I’m asking from You.
Just give me the strength, to do everyday, what I have to do.
Yesterday’s gone, and tomorrow might never be mine.
[and on and on]
I have an extremely hard time living the words of that corny little song. I want to know what’s going to happen. I want to plan ahead. I want to know dates when my son plans to come home from college next school year and whether he wants to eat enchiladas or home made pizza during those visits. I want to know what book I’m going to read after the one I’m currently reading and the one after that. I want to know what the weather will be like this weekend as well as what we’re going to eat for dinner on Monday. I want to know when my parents will be able to visit and what my daughter wants for Christmas, this year and 2021.
Am I crazy? Probably not yet. I just have a really, really hard time simply being content today. I want to enjoy the moment, focus on the now. It just seems so difficult. And I’m not sure why.
Life is a journey. I believe that. It constantly changes and we have to adapt. And we can miss a bunch if we’re looking too far ahead. The secret? Relax, I suppose. Enjoy today. But how, how does one do that? I feel like if I knew, I’d know the secrets of the universe. Are there people out there who can actually do it? Live just one day at a time? Maybe so, but can they do it for more than a week?
Upon a Sunny Day 