At some point fairly recently I finally acknowledged that a fair portion of my completely exhausting myself before noon has nothing to do with effort and everything to do with momentum. If I wake up with nothing structured or enforced ahead of me, I will either absolutely, deeply, fully do nothing… or I’ll ricochet from … Continue reading trying not to tilt…
It’s 1:32 in the afternoon and I’m sitting on my family room sectional. Spike is curled contentedly in my lap. A fly that was just buzzing around my head sits perched in a sunbeam on the back of the sectional. It’s twiddling its front two legs. If only I understood the fly sign language. I'm … Continue reading strive for twice and sometimes settle for once…
