Time is going too fast. So much is happening, and at the same time, nothing is happening at all.
Every night, I make promises to my calendar, but when the following night arrives, I can barely recite the events of the past day.
And that’s without even considering the world around me, going through its own stuff… Right now, I can’t deal with any of that. So, I choose not to. That’ll be 100 words for another day.
For now, rather than promising I’ll do a million things tomorrow, maybe I’ll try to do a little less with more intent.