Maybes and Mights
I noticed something kind of disturbing about the way I tried to cram a million things into every day. I have "time panic".
What if I don't get back? What should I be doing? Why can't I sit and be present anymore? I'm always thinking about the next thing. I am ruining things with layers of other things, unrealized but looming. The perpetual imminent.
Heading to New Orleans this week, then tending to more on the "to do" list. Then California! I'm excited. I have a lot of things to be happy about, I have a lot of things to look forward to. I just need to slow down, apologize if I drop a few balls, and so on.