enjoy the moment

I just feel stumped a little bit…to afraid to believe in and trust the moments are okay to have and that letting go and just enjoying the ride is an okay passtime. Am I afraid of being judged? Am I judging myself?

and I enjoyed talking to him very much…it was one of those times where you just chat, and that’s all, and it’s just fun..no expectations, no pressure, and no outcomes…I LOVE no outcomes…I’m still just really tired of it all..and I’m learning to deal..I just really revel in enjoying the moments as they come and recognizing them for what they are…

A girl I work with had a cute little cowboy magnet on her desk, and I commented on it – turns out it’s a memento from an experience she goes to called “Burning Man”. OMG it looks so awesome!!! I checked out her pics, and as she described it to me I got goosebumps. We just connected over a small tiny moment of recognition…pretty damn cool…

I just took a call from someone on the phone who had a very interesting voice and a kind of shy way about him. For some reason, I felt compelled to put my best foot forward and represent my team in the best way, even though of course this guy doesn’t know me from Adam….funny how even at work you can step outside of yourself and be in the moment….

Enjoying the moment starts happening when I’m driving home. When I’m typing an email at work. When I’m cooking dinner or folding laundry…those are the tiny moments that make a life, and they deserve to be savored as much as reconnecting with the love of your life, getting a raise, and hearing “no honey, let me get it”....to name a few…