Yellow skies again
Fires still burning
While snow starts to fall
Labor Day turns back to a day of labor and I pretend to work gazing into my unopened emails. There are meetings - and I take illegible notes that I’ll decipher over tomorrow’s coffee. My to-do list grows.
I think about sending notes to my friends, to let them know I’m still thinking of them - I fear we are growing ap
I don’t want too get used to this but I fear I am. New routines and rhythms have already been adopted - I need to make sure they include the the things I keep overlooking.
Slowly I am making progress. I’m a patient man but my impatience wares on me - so I look for the small victories I can celebrate everyday. There will always be more I could have done, but to do something, anything to move me forward needs to be acknowledged. Progress can happen, like the wildflowers growing in the garden - unnoticed till they all start to bloom. The roots are taking hold
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