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Living in the moment

I am probably not the person to talk about living in the moment.  It is an ability I admire, and wish I had, but I worry too much.  That being said, I'm now going to expound on this topic anyway.

Tallest Son and I went to a concert last night (Matisyahu...very good).  I don't go to a lot of concerts, as I really dislike crowds and drunk people, and the smell of pot makes me sick to my stomach.  I did enjoy the music though.....and yeah, I realize I sound old....

One thing I really noticed last night was how many people spent most of the concert on their cell phones.  They were either trying to talk (yeah, right), or they were texting or taking photos and videos.  It was really weird - like they were at the concert, but once removed.  To me, it was sort of like going to Rome, and then sitting in the airport and reading the travel guide, but never actually getting out into the city. Okay, you went to Rome but did you EXPERIENCE it?

As I said, I'm probably the least likely candidate to extol the virtue of living in the moment.  My mind is constantly abuzz with "what ifs" and wondering how I'll accomplish or tackle something in the future.  I worry, mull, exasperate myself, gnaw on and imagine myself into near-hysteria, but I try.  I try to just be in the room and listen to and enjoy the music.  I try to listen to the sermon.  I try to rest and read.  I'm not sure I'm getting any better at it, but I keep trying.

This much I know:  I do not want to experience my life once removed:  through the lens of a camera or the screen of a cell phone.  I want to be in each moment, fully and consciously.  And I'll keep trying.

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