NowBeAverage

My laundry is piling up to my clothing rack, my aloe plant is dying, and there is an unread Muse sitting on my bed side table. These are the hardships that come with employment.  While I figure out the best way to cope with these harsh consequences of my recently acquired position as a barmaid/cocktail hussy/waitress, I contemplate life pre-whiskey sours and determine that now is better.  That is the point isn't it? That now is always better than before? That living in the now is far superior for mind, body, spirit, for life in general, than living in the past or future?

I had this conversation last night with a seemingly, but not, french dude, and a nice little Asian who keeps reminding me we went to college together and even had the same english class freshman year. I may not remember this person, but amidst our Patron induced stupor I do remember agreeing with him wholeheartedly in that being conscious of the now is what truly achieves happiness. That being said, I have to say he trades Japanese stocks.  Being at work by 6am to get a jump on the market in Japan that has already opened, while looking to the future for what will make his money hungry clients the most cash certainly qualifies as living in the past as well as the future, no? But I digress, for if he truly didn't believe what he was saying why would we have been discussing it in the first place? Being a conscious participator in the now of  your own life is a massive first step in living in it.  Anyway, I'm sure by next  year he'll be burnt out and move to the Himalayas to become a sherpa and tend to his sheep.

As for yours truly, this moment calls for a manicure. In the past I've been negligent, but you never know what may happen in the future.