“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
― Annie Dillard,
Friday we drove up to Oxnard, California to stay at a hotel by the water. We got a late start because I was working, and then when we were in the car on our way out, I had to go back to the house to finish a task because blah blah blah. Even when we finally got to the hotel I couldn’t relax and had a hard time sleeping that night.
There were some really great comments on my last post from folks who could relate to work burn out, but one especially made my heart stop for just a second. To Laura, thank you for sharing. To everyone else, you can read her note in the comments section from the last post. I didn’t read her message until today but maybe it resonated with me even more today of all days because everything can be gone so fast, like she said, in a heartbeat.
The news today has been grim. Grim isn’t even a strong enough word to describe what happened in Las Vegas overnight. To think of how quickly everything can change, how all the mundane and irritating life things I complained about just last week seem so insignificant. I hope you are OK. I hope the people you love are OK.
I’m leaving at 5 p.m. on the dot today to go home and make my lovely boyfriend a really nice meal. His name is Peter, by the way, I don’t actually call him the Captain in real life. Peter and I are going to turn off the news and the Twitter and all of it and have a really nice dinner together. I’m not going to complain once or think about work or all the other stuff that keeps me so anxious I can’t sit still. Instead, I am going to breathe life into our small evening together, and feel happy that we are together and the cats are nearby asking for a can to open itself and we are well and loved.