Rocket Man

Nothing to do, nothing to do, put a rocket in my shoe…

Yeah, well., these days I wish I could. How is it one can be busy and focused pretty much one’s entire adult life and then suddenly hit a time where you get up, make a cup of coffee, retreat to the living room, sit down on the couch and …. pretty much stay there. And stay some more. Reading. Sending an email or text or two. Staring out at the ocean and trees in the distance.

What am I looking for, objective, action, or motivation? Probably all three. Am I complaining? No, not really. The fact that I can afford to sit on the comfortable couch says a lot. And if I were very busy, rocketing around, focusing on who knows what, would I enjoy that? I’m not so sure.

Acceptance. Enjoying the moment. I am content to be typing write now because I am typing right now. I will be happy to be sitting on the couch later because I will be sitting on the couch later.

Sometimes easier said than done.

Lots to do, lots to do, put a pillow in my shoe.