It's not my strongest skill, but living in the moment is something that I have learn to deeply respect. Sometimes I'm a rockstar. And sometimes I suck so badly at being here that I can't face myself. The end of July tends to put me into BOMB category because August seems to be this space between holiday + GO-time. It feels anxious to me. It's the space between breaths. Summer's not over, but fall clothes are in the stores before the bikinis are put away. Season are so definite around these parts.
My small people ask me to be in the moment all the time. Mama, be here.
Today I am doing a slow + easy back float in the middle of awesome. Right HERE.
Today: I'm going to forget about my TO-DO list. My social network. My grocery list. I'm not going to think about the things that need to be arranged for September. Art shows will not cross this mind. I'm not even going to think about tomorrow. I'M GOING TO BE HERE. Right here in the middle of a bunch of small people that will never be this age again and a hot summer day that will never repeat itself. Popsicles and all.