I close my eyes, and it’s perfect.
I’m perfectly warm in my perfectly comfortable king size bed. Vivid green swaying to the lightly moving air outside my window. A gentle breeze flowing through the open double doors. It’s 10:34 am and I have not a care in the world.
“Life is perfect,” I think, and it does indeed appear that way. I just dumped my most difficult client, sold a troublesome business and cleared the runway for the project of my dreams to take off. Life is good.
There is nothing I want. Nobody knows where I am. I can do anything I choose . . anything! I can lay here with every creature comfort and bask in the beauty outside forever.
I deserve a day like this, I think to myself.
Indeed I do . . .
But there is one problem . . . one very small, impossible to recognize, infinitesimal problem . . .
I DID THIS YESTERDAY –
Yes, my life was enhanced by a day like this, a day of rejuvenating slumber.
I close my eyes thinking I will bask in my comfort for another moment. A beast bites my throat and I realize that this moment, right now, could be the most important moment in the rest of my life. The critical fork in my proverbial road.
Two choices, one that is infinitely more comfortable, but where does it lead?
Yesterday it was perfect, today it is not . . .