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.

November 23, 2018

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