Once, I said I wanted to move to New York. I put in a base transfer for JFK and thought that Brooklyn would be the best place for me to create a home. Right now, that living in Brooklyn idea sounds awful as my fingers struggle to type, frozen in place due to the frigid cold. This California girl is a light weight when comes to freezing temperatures, among other things. I am so cold because apparently, I am Smart Phone-Google Map illiterate today. I directed myself through more than a few wrong turns, going in the wrong direction, in an attempt to find the breakfast diner where I was to meet one of my favorite adventure buddies and best friends. I gave up and text messaged him, begging for him to find me in my haphazard game of Hide-and-Go-Seek. I mentioned that I had a bit of “a moment.”
Now, I am sitting with a Soy Flat White in a warm coffee shop. The grumpy is going away as the caffeine kicks in. My fingers are coming back to life. Jimmy walks through the door and my eyes light up as his familiar smile and laugh bounces happily around the room. I’m sorry I inconvenienced him, but I needed to step out and away for second. He gets it. True friends understand that taking moments to stop, regroup, and find feeling again is a simple and yet effective solution for more than just being lost in Brooklyn.
I know I am in a mix of lost right now in my life. And it’s scary and wonderful and intimidating all at once. But I remember that today is good. I can like and choose to live in today. ‘Todays’ don’t scare me like ‘tomorrows.’ Tomorrows are full of the puzzles that I cannot solve, pieces that I cannot find, and the doubts that question, “What if you made a wrong turn somewhere?” What if you’re making a mistake? What if…”
What if tomorrow is not as good as today?
Here’s a little dose of reality Darling- tomorrow may not be as good as today, but equally as true and most important to remember is that…
Today Is Today, and Tomorrow Is Tomorrow.
Celessa and I were in the Old City of Caesarea when those words, a well known saying in Hebrew were slipped between tales of past events and cultural explantations regarding the country of Israel. Haim, our tour guide with Abraham Tours made this statement matter-of-factly as if it was the same as saying, “The sky is blue,” or “The ocean is salty.” I have to remember this right now as I am tempted to be concerned over making wrongs turns or not reading my “map” correctly. I have to remind myself to step back into today when I worry too much about tomorrow.
Our coffees finished, Jimmy and I step back out into the cold of New York, and right next door, this vegan cafe shouts sunshine, brightness, and the best gluten-free vegan pancakes that I could have ever hoped to accidentally run into on a day like today. There’s tofu too and almond milk lattes. I just stumbled into my kind of place. You know, I’ve stumbled into this kind of life. Maybe the truth is that sometimes that’s what we do; stumble into our destinies.