Here I sit, in my blue sweatpants and black sweatshirt (yes, nice, and yes, I did color coordinate with Mom), rocking in one of our two wicker rocking chairs on the enclosed porch, with Thomas sitting next to me and Bash (the new dog) sleeping on the doormat, and I am thinking that life is pretty awesome at the moment.
Remembering to love moments like this is truly difficult for me.
Because I could just as easily think that this is a great moment, but for the fact that I am not being productive. And because I am not doing things that need to get done, this moment, therefore, really isn't as great as it could be. And there goes my cherishing the moment...
No, that's not true. I still am loving life.
I do wonder, though, how to do it all. I could easily, and maybe should, spend hours each night working. I am still trying to find my balance.
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