Passing Day(s) by Debra H. Goldstein
What a day this has been! Where did time go? These two sentences seem to sum up the way I’ve been feeling lately. I’m not sure why, but it seems like the days are getting shorter and my to-do list, while not much longer than at other times, seems to be fluttering in the wind.
Part of it is that I’m easily distracted. It doesn’t matter if the distraction relates to something important or is absolutely mundane. It simply occupies more time than it did in the past. I can’t tell you why.
Nothing feels pressing; and yet, my do-list begs to differ. I don’t care. I recognize that this period of malaise is not incurable. Some sleep, resolution of a family problem, playing with grandchildren, a good writing idea, or maybe a good dinner with friends will wake me from my fog. It may happen tomorrow or perhaps in two weeks, but it will happen. In the meantime, I think I’ll kick up my heels, put on some music, and enjoy doing nothing. It’s only a matter of time until I’m back to being a Type A person.