In my head, Christmas has already started. I have purchased presents. The tree is glimmering over there in the corner. There are cookies in the freezer.
So why why why is this week plodding on so slowly and normally? Isn't it over yet? Can't I get on a plane and fly to see my momma yet?
I cannot quite wrap my mind around all the boring everyday things I must do. I do them, of course, because they must be done, but they feel like an intrusion.
More of life should involve just sitting and being: staring at Christmas lights, talking about life with a good friend, stopping for chai on the way back to work.
More of life should be like Christmas.
So why why why is this week plodding on so slowly and normally? Isn't it over yet? Can't I get on a plane and fly to see my momma yet?
I cannot quite wrap my mind around all the boring everyday things I must do. I do them, of course, because they must be done, but they feel like an intrusion.
More of life should involve just sitting and being: staring at Christmas lights, talking about life with a good friend, stopping for chai on the way back to work.
More of life should be like Christmas.
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