For a rare moment I was alone this morning. Curtis was in the shower. Katie was in the shower. And Abbey was getting dressed. But for 5 minutes it was just me and a cup of coffee and no urgency, no meeting to get to, and no bell about to ring. I started at the light dancing off the couch and listened to the sounds around the house and got lost in thought. For most people this would be pleasant experience but for it caused great anxiety. “Nothing to do” sends me into a panic…I start to pace. I suppose it is one of the reasons that I like to stay busy.
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