Dec 28, 2022
A rainy day in Tucson. A breath of fresh air. Synonymous.
I was sleeping late, pleasantly anchored by a house panda who erased the guilt of excessive hours under covers.
I didn’t feel guilty when I kept it to myself. Quietly going about my day with gentle steadiness. Realizing my “daily” list always held within it at least three days' worth of todo’s.
But when I looked out at the world beyond, all I saw was more. More moments of private lives splayed in front of the camera. More posting. More production.
How could we keep up with this? How could we ever create enough to share that much? And how much of that were we absorbing each day?
Too much to process.
Today I woke up to a rainy day, a black’n’white cat sprawled across my midsection and the hankering buzz of notifications reverberating between my ears. It was the perfect day to snuggle in bed but I couldn’t sit still thinking that there were messages meant to look at.
A sales text about a detox program to kick off the new year. A video from a friend soliciting donations for their friend. A woman asking if the succulent I posted for sale is in a 4 or 6” pot.
None of it urgent. All of it could wait.
Why didn’t I feel like it could?