Sometimes I do too much. Like this weekend which saw me spanning the Finger Lakes and Binghamton with a mix of things I needed to do and things I wanted to do. Sitting down to write this is the first time I’ve slowed down since Friday.
Even our weekend hike felt like it was in a hurry. Chief was racing for the finish line so I did too. But I’m not sure where the finish line is.
All that hurry feels fulfilling when you pack it into a weekend but I wish I didn’t look forward so much to the weekend. I wish I was better at looking right in front of me. Instead of living a whole lifetime in two days and a Friday night. I wish to live life in every moment. To love all the moments, not just the full ones.
