Right here. Right now.
Somehow, my mind says, this is supposed to be different than it is. I should be doing something, or there should be some measurable value add to the moment. But, the thing that is is that I am sitting here. On the couch. With nothing more than this thought moving through my head. Perhaps, if I let go of the idea that I can really have a say in what any given moment “should” or “should not”, I’ll have a better time with this. This couch-sitting, that is.