Living In The Present Book Novels & Stories

Eva’s phone buzzed—Audrey. “Girl, you okay?” Audrey’s voice came bright and rough from her late-shift fatigue. “ just checking in on ya.” Eva rubbed her forehead. " Yeah I'm good dear. Your Mr celebrity almost died today in my absence. Another seizure. Too much alcohol, too little care.” “That man’s a walking mess,” Audrey muttered. “So what’s the plan?” “Pierce wants me to move in. Full-time.” A beat of silence. Then a low whistle. “Move in? As in live there?”

Chapter 285 Cleo You don't realize how your life has changed until you take stock of what has happened to you and everything that has happened that has left you changed in some way .I don't think you never plan your life life is what happens to you and how you react is how you probably can change the outcome of certain situations but sometimes you need to sit down and take stock of what has happened so far and I've got to the point where you got to and at times you can manage to take stock of what's been going on and analyze what you could have done right but you realize that the present moment is what you need to be in and you don't need to change what's coming or what's happened so what yo

I nodded. “Now get out of here and get to work. Tomorrow morning you will be born in the Joseon period in the house of a farmer.”, he said. I looked at him and I was about to ask something when he motioned for me to leave. And here I thought I was of some importance to him! I left his magnificent room with the huge pile of books and went to my chamber. Two hours had passed, and I was still on book one. What boring work to do. While I was busy complaining, Ethan knocked.

“We did it.” “We did. On time.” “You want lunch? Real lunch. Not desk food. Somewhere with actual plates.” “Yes,” I said. “I actually do. I think I earned sitting down for twenty minutes.” On the walk to the café I realized I had gone three full days without once checking my phone for a message that wasn’t coming. The past had not disappeared. It had simply been forced to wait outside the door while the work took every available hour. For the first time since the wedding night, I had spent consecutive days living entirely in the present tense. It felt like proof that I could still take up space in my own life.

I said, squeezing his hand. “But what if-“. I stopped him, “no what if’s”. He took a breath. “You’re here now and that’s what matters,” I tell him. “We’ll love you regardless of what happens but for now let’s live in the present, let’s forget about everything that might or might not happen, I love you so much to let yourself be bothered about uncertainties, you’re here now and that’s all that matters”. He nodded.

"Your bookshelf. The clock. The plant. The window. Your coffee mug." "Good. Now four things you can touch." The chair fabric. My jeans. The ring on my finger. My phone in my pocket. "Three things you can hear." Traffic outside. The air conditioning. My own breathing. "Two things you can smell." Coffee. Lavender from somewhere. "One thing you can taste." The mint from my toothpaste this morning. My panic subsided. Slowly. But it worked. "This is what we'll practice. Bringing you back to the present when your mind goes to the past."

"This is going to be our living room. I like a warm light beige for the couch, and we'll lay thick carpet on the floor so that when we have a baby, she can crawl around freely in the living room." "As for our bedroom, I think warm lightning will be best. After all, this is supposed to be a cozy haven for us, so I want us to walk in and instantly leave all our worries outside the door." Everything in this house was handpicked by us. He had once looked forward to living here together forever. But why, after only ten years, did we drift apart? "Andrew, what's so good about this place? It's so shabby and old. I'm so tired today, and my stomach hurts a little. Andrew, will you come home with me?"

Put it at my place at the table. I sat down. Opened the kitchen notebook. Wrote one more line under the morning entry. The ordinary life requires the same courage as the crisis. Different expression. Same essential thing. Choosing to be fully present for what is actually here. I put the notebook down. Drank the coffee. Let the morning be the morning.

“This is no joke. There is a great deal of risk involved here at Everest. You must remain vigilant and dedicated. If you aren’t prepared, you can easily perish! Now get ready for some fun!” The speech was sobering and exciting at the same time. She was finally ready, but first she had to pray and make peace with God. She never knew when her last day on Earth would come and this was as good a day as any. Thanking God for all her blessings was top priority.

Now I live in Hawaii, where I own several properties and have various businesses in motion. Life has smiled on me in the best possible way, and I am very satisfied with everything. Andrés, my adoptive father, would be very proud of the woman he created. My father did a good job, but he didn’t have the empire I built myself. I’m a businesswoman, intelligent and shrewd. No man measures up to me, and they certainly can’t win me over with expensive gifts and tired lines. There isn’t a man on this earth for me; I feel great being alone. Besides, love makes you weak, so anything that makes me feel weak and vulnerable is discarded.