gifted flowers :: backyard
In an odd kind of place lately.
There’s much from my past that has been coming up in random spurts. They’re like little memory landmines. I’ll be thinking of something else entirely and then WHAM! My subconscious will pop up and say “remember that time with the kangaroo, the platypus and the pink tutu?”
At the same time, my future is looming large in front of me. I’ve got all these great choices ahead of me… including the job of my dreams at the company of my dreams… and I’m so focused on getting to that point that I can’t embrace today.
I don’t know how to not be so focused on tomorrow and I don’t know why all these random things from my past are popping into my head lately. Its not like today is terrible. (Well, OK… this week at work has been incredibly insane. Where’s Nurse Ratched when you need her? As we’ve been saying all week - the inmates are running the asylum.)
It’s really time to sit back and focus on taking the time to stop and smell the roses… or whatever that flower up there is.