we didn't leave the house much this weekend and i try to be ok with that. the urge to be going going going doing doing doing is ever present in my mind and being still goes against my impulse. i've been in one of those moods where i want to move the couch where the chair goes, switch the pillow covers, wash the shower curtain (?), and buy clear containers to replace my shoe boxes. you'd think i was nesting, minus the small human.
then i remember there are spring/summer weekends in which we log miles on our bikes across the island of manhattan and i remind myself... "to everything there is a season."
living in the present is a difficult mindset to master. i will someday (soonish) look back at my 20's and realize the only thing i did was spend it being anxious about the future. everything works itself out and i know that because i have the past to prove my point. it was five years ago that we lived in a shoebox with crummy jobs and i'm grateful to say that is no longer the case.
living the weekend in the present would mean foregoing a to-do list to feel useful and instead watch back to back re-runs of selling new york on HGTV. side note- these people offering all cash on a $2.5 mil apartment... who are you? and don't eff it up for me someday because i have a (gasp!) LOAN from the bank like a normal person on a non $2.5 mil penthouse.
ps: those dang roses have lasted a whole week. i should give up my pinkberry addiction for fresh flowers.