I was boiling the kettle before work one day this week and it occurred to me that I feel a lot like I'm waiting... not even sure what I'm waiting for. There's so much uncertainty around, right? Can't help feeling a bit of foreboding. Globally and also personally (waiting for my PhD to be marked, I guess, mostly).
If ever I needed to remember to be here now, it's this moment. Reminding myself that nobody knows the future and if I'm always waiting for something to happen I'm not paying attention to what's happening!
It's kind of hard to resist all the what-ifs, isn't it, though?! Sigh. Breathe. Tea.