Normally, I think I tend to live in the moment... As well as simultaneously living in an exciting dream future and a dramatic remembered-past.
If you're wondering what that nonsense means, it means that I am a terrible planner and have awful memory, so I never really know what's going to happen and I usually don't remember what has recently happened either.
But I think a lot about the future, imagining things like having my own house, and four more kids, and imagining what summertime is like. It's so distant and abstract that I'm not constantly thinking and stressing and waiting for it, but it is nice to dream and wish for.
Likewise, I can't really remember how awful the flu was last week (because I'm too busy thinking about what's going on now), but I do like to occasionally dwell on extremely interesting things that happened to me, big moments or funny stories.
But they often morph into anecdotes rather than memories or regrets... Anyway. What I'm getting to is this:
That is not how this week has been going. Instead, I've sitting, waiting, wishing for this trip to Arizona. I haven't been living in the moment, or the distant-future. I've been living in next week.
Every time the dumb snow falls on my dumb driveway and my dumb kids ask me to roll down their dumb windows and let in the stupid cold air I'm like, ARIZONA!
I'M COMING FOR YOU, SUNSHINE!
That's a bad way to live. Because I don't even care what's happening around me, as long as my family and I survive until next week, when our lives can begin!
Yeah. That's a bad way to live.
So this whole week was almost half-hearted. Yikes. Okay. I have to start living in the moment again.
Apple Doughnuts for breakfast. HOLY DANG YUMMY. (Make a half-batch or less, we made almost a hundred!)
Also, does anyone even read the text on these Photo-A-Day posts? I don't think you do. Prove me wrong. :)