This couch sympathizes.
I'm getting back into the swing of things. Biking daily, lugging my camera around with me, attempting to get some semblance of momentum started. Trying to live every day awake and aware, not just waiting for whatever happens next.
This is not easy.
It's hard to get caught in the cycle of waiting for the next thing: the weekend, tomorrow, the day I'll have this or that thing. It's hard to love the day you're having, and to live it as fully as you can.
Somehow, humans are the only creatures I know who have trouble living in the now.
Warm laundry brings Agnes great joy. I'm a little jealous.