Sunday, May 1, 2011
A new month. The calendar feels like an enemy. The clock is always ticking. I often sense what hasn’t been done after each day, each week and especially as I turn the page of a calendar. This attitude is purely a confluence of personality quirks – high expectations on myself, independent, list maker, analyzer. I try to concentrate on what is really important in the moments (and for the most part I do) but somewhere, at sometime in any given week the “should” creeps in. I should have gotten to the store today, I should have finished that task, I should have brought Dave this, I should have remembered, I should have, and even a few I shouldn’t have. Regardless, these are pressures I put on myself and are mostly based on worries about our, and singularly my, future.