Tides.

One of my resolutions this year is to be less anxious. It's so easy to take for granted each moment of being alive by filling it up with anxiety. Anxiety robs the little moments of life, and so I am learning to let it wash back out when it rises, instead of standing at the shore with a bucket trying to scoop it up and save it. Strange how I've done this, strange how I've savoured it. But what a sour thing to savour.

Currently, I am discovering the joy of relishing more palatable things - winter sun, the movement of my hands as they prepare food, the softness of my dog's coat. The quietness of my day today is lovely. These are the moments I choose to gather up and save.