Some days I just feel like there’s never enough time for everything, and that life is tiring. Correction, “adutling” is tiring. Busy days just eat me up alive. Work. Chores. Sleep. Repeat. By the time I get into bed, I feel like the day was a blur.
I was at that point again a couple of days ago. I had slipped into the sheets, fresh form the shower, and I took my book. I was about to flip through the pages to carry on where I had left off when I heard a faint sound. My husband was fast asleep. I could hear him breathe faintly despite the sound of the air conditioner, and he murmured a few inaudible words. Probably dreaming of work–haha, yes he does a lot! It was then that I realized something I had failed to give importance to while trying to make it through each busy day.
Life is too short. To be truly present in every moment is something I should always strive for. We had just experienced a scary incident last month. If things did not turn out as they did, I wouldn’t know if we’d be here. How could I have forgotten so fast. It may be tiring, it may feel like such a routine, but I can’t let myself forget that it’s precious. All of it.