|Obverse of United States one dollar bill, series 2003. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
"Where did you find two dollars?", I asked.
"In my wallet." He cuts me off as he hears me start laughing a little, "Well, it was like I found it because it was in a hidden spot in my wallet and I forgot it was there." I told my husband the story later in the day and I laughed all over again. What a silly, goofball of a kid we have. Where does he come up with this stuff?!
Indeed. His words hit me today in a different way. I've mentioned here that I've been in a funk. It's been a low time for me and a frustrating time. I want to feel different, more motivated, but never seem to find the secret key to unlock or unblock my malaise. Today, I asked my son if he wanted to go to the gym with me. As I became soaked in sweat on the spinning bike, cranking the music in my ears, and letting the endorphins kick in, I remembered my son's found treasure.
Part of me was annoyed with myself for not going to the gym earlier. I felt so good, why didn't I do this sooner? What took me so long? My son could have done the same too but he didn't. He just reveled in the moment. We always have the choice to be present in the here and now or dwell on the missed opportunities or the broken pieces. We can waste time looking at what others have that we don't. We can look past our life in hopes of finding some future great thing. I want to look for more of the hidden spots in my life. As an insurance policy, in case I backslide, I'm also going to tuck two dollars in a secret spot in my wallet.