Wednesday, May 15, 2013
"I haven't had my father for dinner."
"I missed a reading tonight."
"I had to say no to four kind offers."
"I'm behind and I'm behind."
I am forever walking around, I said, (imploringly), feeling some kind of version of incomplete. Feeling every kind of version of lousy. I am walking around with all kinds of failure walking after me.
My husband looked at me. He listened. There was that flick of impatience in his eyes.
"Here's what you are forgetting," he said. "You are here. Right now.
"Be here. Right now."