This is a transition
There is a lot to do, a lot to plan, a lot to catch up with and make merry but it feels as though my gears are stuck - a transition anxiety perhaps. He said “… you are someone who lives in the present.”
But what happens when the present is less lucid a reality because the future seems more certain than ever. I have my mind poised for the future but the self yearns for a more concrete present, and the heart clings on to a past of which I so dearly treasure.
And you, when this is all over, (and this of which that I have no idea of what this is) let’s have scones and sandwiches and have sand on our feet.
I concede that I have no control over what this is, and I can’t wait for this to fly by.
