Who Will You Be in This Pregnant Moment? Choose. Then Choose Again. And Again.

I learned the evocative phrase pregnant moment from my former employer, musical collaborator and dear friend Ricardo Accorsi. Deeply creative, equal parts brilliant architect, artist, and musician, he’s gone now. But his way with language—and life—inspires me still.

Because these days I believe every moment is in fact chock full of new possibilities. And that at our best and most objective, we get to choose who we’ll be in each. Not that this is necessarily easy, but it can be a meaningful endeavor. With such a magnificent capability as context, what energy, ideas, thoughts, feelings, attitudes, and intentions will we bring to the delicious potential of the present?

If you aren’t sure how you feel about that kind of freedom, consider testing it  for a few minutes at a time, like a meditation. Or longer, for a day, or as a week-long experiment. Journal about your experience. Keep track of how you’re doing. Soon, with real practice under your belt, you may find it liberating. Because the past is indeed behind us, unless we keep dragging it into each brand new, as yet unlived chance to create who we are and what we want.


Every moment is chock full
of new possibilities.


And as for the future, well, the truth is, there’s this moment, then the next, and the next. Etcetera. This is it. What we have. All we can know. So how do we want this moment and the next to go? Who will we be in each? Day after day and night by night, our lives are ongoing opportunities to think, feel, and act in ways aligned with what we consciously choose for ourselves.

So today, rather than acting and reacting in old ways that may not move you toward what you want most, how will you choose to proceed? What motivates and inspires you, bringing you joy and peace?

Try creating your way moment by pregnant moment. After all, you deserve the life you want and intend to live. I say it’s available right here in the delicious present. And I know my fascinating friend Ricardo—who, after all, still visits me in dreams—would agree.