08/23/2026
Anachronism and the Art of Living in the Moment
We often think of an anachronism as something out of place—a rotary phone in a modern office, a typewriter on a software engineer's desk, or a horse-drawn carriage navigating city traffic. Yet perhaps the most common anachronism isn't an object at all - It is the way we live. So we ask ourselves, “How often do we carry yesterday's disappointments into today's opportunities?” “How often do we allow tomorrow's uncertainties to steal the joy of this moment?” We become people living physically present, but emotionally elsewhere.
This week, my daughter began her senior year of high school. Like many parents, I found myself caught between memory and anticipation. I could still picture her walking into kindergarten with a backpack that seemed far too large for her small frame, while at the same time imagining graduation and the next chapter of her life. Then she looked over at me with the familiar smile that has accompanied every stage of her journey, and it struck me - if I wasn't careful, I could miss her senior year by spending it remembering who she was or concerning myself with who she will become. The gift before me is not yesterday's little girl or tomorrow's young adult - The gift is the remarkable and stunning woman standing in front of me today.
Living this way is a kind of personal anachronism. We inhabit a moment that no longer exists and one that has not yet arrived. The result is often a feelings of anxiety or a lingering sense that life is passing us by. The wisdom traditions remind us that the present is where life with God unfolds. Jesus' teaching not to worry about tomorrow is not an invitation to ignore responsibility but a call to trust. Likewise, the Psalms repeatedly invite us to recognize God's presence in the here and now. The sacred is rarely found in reliving old wounds or rehearsing imagined futures - It is encountered in this breath, this conversation, this act of kindness.
Living in the moment is not passive. It requires intention and it means listening without mentally composing our response, and simply being present. It means noticing the warmth of the morning sunlight, savoring a shared meal, or pausing long enough to appreciate laughter before rushing to the next obligation. Presence is a spiritual discipline because it resists the constant pull of distraction.
As I begin this final year of high school alongside my daughter, I am reminded that every season asks something different of us. This one asks me to be present—to celebrate the lasts without grieving them too soon and to embrace the firsts as they come. Perhaps the greatest art of living is learning to be fully aware of where our feet are. When we release the burden of carrying time that does not belong to us, we discover that the ordinary moments of today are anything but ordinary!
Blessings on this journey -