‘It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.’ ~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
The kids and I have begun reading the Harry Potter series. I’m a little bit in love with it. Reading good books is an essential part of living, and I’m doing my part to live well.
I realize I’ve been a little quiet here. It’s because I’m living in the tension of dwelling on dreams and remembering to live. I know it’s been said by every blogger who has come before me, but it bears repeating: I struggle to remember I am here to actively live my life, the real one, the one blessed with four people who count on me to look them straight in the eye and really see them. I have a love/hate relationship with social media. I am easily lured in by good words and pretty pictures, but it comes at the expense of being engaged and present in my life. It’s more important that I sit and create good words, rather than read someone else’s. More important that I set about creating beauty instead of passively admiring what others have done. There is nothing wrong with either, I’m inspired by so many artists and wordsmiths online, however my enjoyment of their work should not come at the expense of the art that unfolds in my every day life.
Saturday, I spent the day at the ball field, watching my girl catch fly balls, laughing with my friends and letting the sun warm my skin. The only pictures I took were the ones that help me remember her right now, almost woman, yet still gangly, giggly girl. I didn’t Facebook, or tweet, or write up an imaginary blog post in my head. I didn’t dwell on dreams. I lived them. I loved hard, laughed harder, and sat back and watched the day pass, bathed in light.
This one life is so short and bittersweet. I don’t want to save all the sweetness for the last sip. I want to savor every bit of it.
Do you struggle to find balance too? Tell me how you dream well, but live better.