I’ve been working and working and working and working and waiting for the work to be done. And I’ve been doing the dishes and taking a shower and going to yoga and doing the laundry. I’ve been doing and doing and walking the dog and getting to bed and taking my vitamins. And the work still isn’t done.
And the dogs teeth haven’t been brushed and I haven’t spring cleaned the apartment and there are things I need that I haven’t bought and books I’ve bought that I haven’t read and things I’ve thought that I haven’t written and holes in my clothes I haven’t sewn shut and there are cans filling the door slots of my car
and I’m looking at the work and wondering how it still isn’t done and wondering when I’ll have time again to see my friends. To go on a walk. To dance in the sun. To take a lazy day. To drive to the beach— its only 30 minutes away.
I’ve been working and working and working and trying to get it all done but I’ve neglected the most important things to do. And the dogs teeth are fine and do I really need to get all those things if I’ve been fine without them for this long? And I made plans with a friend tonight and we got gelato and we played “Guess The Person” and I laughed again and I looked at her telling me her story as I told her mine and I felt alive. And we walked through a dead mall with empty patterns on headless mannequins in ugly trends we didn’t like and we talked about people and family and life and when I dropped her off at home she took two armfuls of cans from my car doors and said “This is community care. And the deal is you take the rest in when you get home.” And I felt in my heart that I love people. And I felt calm. And there was nothing to be done.
