It matters how I show up in this little moment, choosing to slow down and be calm even when the sink is full of dishes and the work emails are piling up, and the garden really needs weeded, and the kids are sick and need extra care, and, and, and, and…

Even if I could somehow neatly check all the (unrealistically too many) boxes I make for myself each day, if I don’t show up as the me I really (desperately) want and need to be, that will not be a life I can earnestly look back on and feel proud of.

It’s an uphill battle, to not forget that the little moments add up to make a life, they’re what our loved ones memories and experiences are made of. There’s a million and one tiny distractions, fragmenting our attention away from what’s important, in front of us ready to be dealt with now, the humble present moment.