September 19, 2013
I'm anxious about life slipping away. I want to squeeze more out of it. I want to wring the droplets of life out of a day so that there is nothing wasted. My anxiety is a low level awareness of managing the balance of living in the moment and appreciating that all is as it should be and the drive to do more, get more, work harder, evaluate my lack of achievement in the entrepreneurial realm. I'm conjuring regrets. The furnace is on for the winter ahead. The length of summer days is contracting, folding light into creases; expansiveness gone.