Stuck in a Moment
Friday afternoon. 2:56 PM. At work.
It feels like it should be 4:30 at least.
I’ve been making a conscious effort lately to appreciate the moment I’m in. Even though I’m making all kinds of plans (in my head) for my birthday, and fun stuff in August, etc., and even though I’m already thinking of myself as twenty-eight, and wondering when I’m going to take off for Christmas, I’m trying not to get so caught up in the planning and anticipating that I forget to appreciate what I have right now.
But Friday afternoon, now 2:58 PM . . . I’m just finding it hard to appreciate much about it.
It feels like it should be 4:30 at least.
I’ve been making a conscious effort lately to appreciate the moment I’m in. Even though I’m making all kinds of plans (in my head) for my birthday, and fun stuff in August, etc., and even though I’m already thinking of myself as twenty-eight, and wondering when I’m going to take off for Christmas, I’m trying not to get so caught up in the planning and anticipating that I forget to appreciate what I have right now.
But Friday afternoon, now 2:58 PM . . . I’m just finding it hard to appreciate much about it.