I seem to have been doing a random miscellany of different things lately. (I use tautology to make a point). I begin projects then hit a wall because I’m waiting for people to get back to me.
This leaves me with a gnawing sense of dissatisfaction: I’m not making any kind of progress with anything!
If I look at the snapshots I’ve taken on my iPhone in the past week, a different story emerges. It seems to be all rainbows, cuddly kitties and drinks at happy hour. That is so not my life right now. Or is it? Perhaps I’m looking at things in the wrong way.
Furthermore, summer doesn’t really feel like it has ended. I’m still in open-toed shoes and t-shirts. I’m lapping it up while I can.