I am ... some how running against the clock.
In my mind I know it is just Fall approaching.
Heck it isn't officially fall until September 22nd. Yet, I watch the sun go down earlier each day and the sun come up later and
What have I not done? Where has time run off to?
I didn't get in that hike I wanted to do. I didn't ride Siera as much as I wanted.
Then I stop and realize all of the things that we have done this summer.
Remodeled the house. Well we are still working on that.
Ariel came and spent a week and we went canoeing and she learned to ride Fred.
Lily came and spent a few days. We shopped, she rode Fred, we went hiking and canoeing.
I was busy every day with the house remodel. No time to realize that time was slipping by.
Yet I feel anxious somehow every year around now and I don't really know why.
It can't be because winter is coming. I like winter, I like snow and the stark beauty of winter. Things seem more relaxed during the winter.
Perhaps I just need a day to go and take a nice long hike in nature and step away for a bit from the rush of things.
Trying to juggle shift work with canning garden produce, and remodeling and all at the same time may be a bit pressing.
A day to myself is what I'd like. Perhaps I can find one of those soon.