Soft Carpet
I wake in the pre-dawn hours, my to-do list already scrolling in my head.
Groceries to buy, meds to sort, bills to pay. Navigating routes to ferry one to a medical appointment while efficiently running errands for the other. An endless list, devoid of my own needs or pleasures.
I just want to stay in bed. I want a day when no one needs anything from me. When taking time for myself isn’t guilt inducing. I want to paint and create, write poetry and string beads. I want a long soak in a hot bath. I need a pedicure. There is no time for such luxuries.
I’m feeling sorry for myself. Time to put my feet on the floor. As I stand, I am reminded of how soft the carpet feels under my bare feet. And in that moment, I know that I am already surrounded by pleasures and luxuries.
I just need to pay attention.
