I wish I had more unhurried time for the people and things that matter most.
Life has a way of dividing itself into responsibilities. Work, errands, obligations and unexpected interruptions all claim their share, and before long the day feels fully spoken for.
If I could add more of something, it would be simple time: sitting with Daryl without either of us thinking about what comes next, seeing Lizzi more often without every visit feeling squeezed into a calendar, and having more moments with Sully while he’s still young enough that every visit reveals something new.
I’d also want more quiet time for the things that steady me — reading without watching the clock, writing when the words come naturally instead of trying to fit them into whatever time remains, and letting thoughts develop instead of setting them aside because something else demands attention.
Some of the best parts of life happen in slower spaces: a conversation that lasts longer than expected, music in the background, dogs nearby, a book open, a page half-written, nobody in a hurry.
The truth is, most days are filled with what has to be done. I just wish there were more room left for what I never regret doing.
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