Avoid The Deadness of Routine.

Sunday evening rolls around into Monday. The weekend always seems too short, and working for a living claims so much of our lives. It's so easy to get caught up in the hamster's wheel, the rut, the daily grind, and forget that you are already living, already alive. The dust kitty on the floor, the actual kitty sitting next to me on the bed, the cycling of the central air, my darling typing on her computer next to me. It's all part of the same living world about us.

This Moment

I feel like I'm waking up, for the first time in my life - waking up to the moment, waking up to what's important. Even the plainest water tastes a little better when you're in love.

It's been the simplest of days, resting, laying around in bed, watching movies, covering a reunion for the newspaper I work for, grabbing some take out from a local restaurant, taking a ride with my darling.

I haven't been writing for myself in so long. It seems like years, but it's only been a few months. Life has been getting in the way, but no longer. It's all about priorities, and choices, and standing by what's important. It's becoming clear where I should stand.