My mantra. At least, before coffee.
I hesitate to type: Nablopomo. Will I really make it? After all, it's already the 7th. But you see, I really need to think about something other than what tomorrow could bring. The tomorrow. Instead, I need to focus on the now. The here. The tangible, touchable, tidbits of my reality. The things I have control over. The me of things.
This is the beginning of mindfulness.