Some days, I feel like the fairy tale about the boy with the ball string- every time he pulled the string he skipped a portion of his life. Depending on how hard and long he pulled the string, he shaved of years in seconds.
I feel so much has happened and yet, I have not even reflected the least bit on any of it! The sad, true fact of the matter is, when I do reflect, I only feel a sense of fatigue. Like the boy with the string, I'm pulling too hard and too fast. I'm not reveling in the ordinary or the mundane.
When was the last time I actually tasted my food? !
Oy Vey.
New life goal.
Stop pulling the string!
