Sometimes as I walk a phrase will tickle my brain, inviting me to play with it, perhaps turning it into a haiku or a bit of poetry. For several days now, off and on, the phrase “walking into my life” has been showing up. It has a nice poetic feel about it, but nothing ever came of it. And then I realized what was wrong. It’s a misleading phrase that invites me down a dead end path. “Walking into my life” sounds like my life is out there somewhere, and if I can just figure out which direction to go and then head in that direction I will eventually arrive at “my life.” But that understanding simply does not represent the truth. My life is not “out there somewhere.” My life is right here, right now, in every step I take and every breath I breathe. I can choose to walk in this direction or that direction, to take this action or that action, and those choices will shape my life. But wherever those choices take me it will always be fully and completely “my life.” When I can begin to embrace this truth then I will be better prepared to be fully present in each moment of my life instead of waiting for it to start in some future moment when I get it all figured out. I am not walking “into” my life. I am walking “in” my life! Now!

Buen Camino!