I find Jay making something out of pink wool. Cutting, weaving in the middle of the living room carpet. A necklace for me.
I am not an afternoon napping person. And all I really wanted was a stretch on the bed after putting away a pile of dry laundry.
Just embrace the present as it is, or fight it? It's a paralyzing in-between that I get caught in, and I am more than grateful for laughter of my girls' that brings me back from there every time.