Lately I've been doing nothing but living. And mostly, when I am in the present I am content. It's only when I worry about what I have not yet accomplished (why/what/when/how) or concern myself with future devastating nostalgia that I feel unsettled and sad. My quotidian life comprised of moments is full of sweet baby giggles, long walks, meeting shopkeepers and neighbors, noticing changed over slow time in the world around us, soaking up the sights, sounds, scents, and textures of everyday here in Rockland, Maine. We laugh and read and eat and drink and picnic and breathe and enjoy our family all the time thoroughly. So why can't this be enough? Or should I use this lucky in love time as a jumping off point to start something, to create, to work, to articulate a goal and set off toward it? I'll just keep thinking thank you, and wait a little longer. Happiness is all that matters?
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