The Small Moments

This weekend I was pushed into a swimming pool while I was wearing my clothes. It was a surprise that turned out not to be surprising. That probably doesn’t make sense.

My point is the time between going from the solid side of the pool to the water seemed like an instant and an eternity at the same time. I wasn’t worried about anything other than the usual “this is not normal” feeling I get when something different happens, but the surprise was enough to make me fully present.

In that instant it occurred to me life is made up of these small moments. Bits of time when what happens to us is so different it wakes us up and helps us to see clearly. After considering it I think the trick is to take those moments, be mindful, and try to remember them going forward so I am ‘awake’.

Can’t remember a time I was so happy to be wearing soaked underwear.

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