I find it proper hard to be all in the moment. I’m forever worrying, panicking, fretting (they are all different, honestly) about something that’ll most likely never, ever happen. Or berating myself over something that did happen 15 years ago. And everything in between. Occasionally it’s a entire smorgasbord of different little anxieties, dancing around like dust motes in the sunlight, repeatedly hitting me where it hurts, ya know, if I’m lucky.
I don’t do present. I’m fucking ace at past and I’m getting better and better at future.
At the weekend, a mini perfect storm occurred right on my dining table. Some harsh winter sunshine, a bit of fiddling with my camera and a vase of fresh flowers, before I knew it I was here, now, taking photos, and the whispers from the past just weren’t there for a few minutes.
They ain’t wonderful, but they’re good enough for me.
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