How important is it to be mindful of the best moments in our lives?
How do they change us? How does holding on to these moments affect the rest of our waking lives? And our mental health?
These are the things that I think about as I jot my thoughts down in my one-line-a-day journal every night.
If I go to bed and my last waking thoughts are about what went wrong today, or what I’m worried about, will my sleep be affected? Is it helping those small anxieties eat away at my gut? Do I want to give them more power over me by writing them down?
I just realized that my previous Moment of Bliss also took place while I was on a neighbourhood walkabout with Piper. This one happened at night for a change. The streets were still, and the only sound was the crunch of ice and snow under my boots. My way was illuminated by street lights that cut the darkness open like a knife. I walked from one swath of light to the next, feeling protected and strong. I took deep breath, and focused all of my attention on this moment as it unfolded; a tiny sliver of time in which I remembered that I am warm, and walking, and breathing, and so very lucky.
