Twelve tabs are open in my browser,
Eight hundred and sixty five pins in my Pinterest,
Too many emails to count,
And seven items on my to do list.
Cross one off, add three more.
Log in, log out, log in, log out.
The cycle cycles on.
Isn't it a relief to go where no list can follow?
A warm shower, a gripping book,
a slow walk through the trees.
A place to lose yourself in the now,
To quiet your mind and breathe deep.
To think of one thing at a time.
There's nothing harder than resisting the stretch
to be everything,
When few things really, really matter.
Today I'll breathe deep,
Cross one off, add three more,
Mail those emails,
And remember what matters.