Rest your head for just five minutes

It’s easier to coast and avoid aiming the bow in any particular direction when the sky is so blue. At certain times of the day, it’s easy to ignore the direction of the sun and whether it is rising or setting. For a moment, or maybe a few moments, you can just let everything stand still.

It doesn’t sit in the middle of the street and we don’t cotton to cats, but it’s our place. And the sky is blue. And the kid has a home.

Some days, like today, it’s easier to forget that it was ambition and drive that got us this far. Still, to feel so lucky, one has to accept that luck played a role in it. When the sun goes down, though, and the kid is in bed, one has to wonder how much farther luck can carry us and if we shouldn’t find a little more of that ambition in which we used to take so much pride.

I need to see someone about this inertia. I think it may be chronic.

Labels: Mental Massage