This Pregnant moment is unique. And so is this one. And this one too.

We know this but don’t actually believe it. If we did we’d worry a lot less.

A stranger gives us a look that reminds us of one from our parents, 20 or 50 years ago. Suddenly we’re not here but in that old, pre-used one. We clamber out of this uniquely Glistening moment and fall into a moment so battered and abused, it’s uncomfortable. But comfortably uncomfortable for we’ve been here so many times before. That look from our parents meant an admonishment: we did the wrong thing, we didn’t do the right thing, we didn’t do enough or we weren’t good enough in some way.

We hold onto that unpleasant, degrading yesterday like snot on our finger – unpleasant but we can’t flick it off.

It may not be our parents. It could be a teacher, a boss, a colleague, a friend, an ex … anyone who helped us to feel we weren’t good enough.

So, rather than savouring the uniqueness of this unique moment, this moment pregnant with Possibilities – new, undreamt-of possibilities – we brush it aside and crawl like naughty, obedient children, back to that moment of a life-less-lived.

It might not be a look from a stranger. It might be some words on television, an old song playing, a movie, a building, a landscape … anything to bring our memories crashing down, aborting this glistening and pregnant moment.

Our memories serve us well. They remind us how to tie our shoe laces, do our work, find our way to work, who all our friends are and all those daily, necessary recalls that don’t change. They’re brilliant for the unchanging but that’s their place. They do not belong with the growing and changing part of us.

Memories do not belong in this moment. They do not belong in our future. They only belong in our past.

If we can stand in the glistening pregnancy of each NOW moment, the past sheds its tattered skin and we are reborn. We become alive to the possibilities we couldn’t imagine while the worn and dusty curtain of the past obscured our present-ness. However, pull back that heavy curtain, smile at the dust that floats away and a clean new window of opportunity beckons us to come and play … to give birth to the pregnant possibilities. This unique moment will not come again.

Savour and enjoy the moment as a new and glistening future unveils itself. It could be now. And now. And now …