A conversation with myself by way of prose

5:04 P.M.

Says the clock on the wall

Wednesday, June 8th, 2011

My calendar lets me know

So why are you still thinking about all of those yesterdays?

 

If I could find the sands of time

And take back what once was mine

I daresay I might

Then again, perhaps not

Though I suppose I'll never really know

 

Everything happens for a reason

Or so I'm told

Sometimes I believe that to be true

And other times, not so much

There are very few things I am entirely certain about

 

We all come to be one day

And then there comes a day when we cease to exist

God, love, hate, sorrow, & joy are very real

These are the things I know

The rest is subject to each day's scrutinizing thoughts

 

One day I am certain that things are one way

And the next, I find that I have changed my mind

Who is who they say they are

And who is merely pretending

Constantly has me guessing

 

The sun beats down on my back

Tired and sore from the day's toils

Sweat has my clothes glued to my body

While I don't miss winter one bit

I find myself longing to stand in the rain or take a dip in a pool

 

The thoughts race in my mind

What to do

What to say

How to handle the messes surrounding me

Clean up on aisle four, a voice inside me laughs dryly

 

One foot in front of the other

One day at a time

Doesn't everything begin with one?

Well, everything has to start somewhere

This day shall pass, like all the rest

 

Tomorrow will come

With it, no one yet knows

I know that I can't control others' words or actions

Only my own and how I choose to react to others

My goals are laid bare at my feet

 

I know what I want

Now I must figure out how to get myself where I want to be

Not living yesterday

The proverbial Ground Hog's Day to speak

Over and over again

 

Trying to get things right

So that I can move on to the next day

Ah ha!

But to move forward

Despite each day's mistakes

 

Learn from yesterday

And use those lessons today

Rinse and repeat?

No!

At least not the mistakes

 

Go forth and conquer

Make each day your own

Only you can prevent forest fires

Er, you are in control of your life

Don't like it, fix it!

 

Yep, okay

So, how do I do this?

Well....

Milwaukee wasn't built in a day

And neither were all one's problems fixed

 

Take a deep breath

Think

But not too hard, as you are prone to do

Meditate and pray

The answers will come

 

Some things you will not like

But, you must do them to get to where you want to be

Delight in this!

By this, I mean where you will end up when all is said and done

The future I desire can be mine if I act wisely

 

Act wisely

Not something I am always so good at

But I will give this a try

And so, as this day comes to a close

I say good-bye to what was and onto June 9th