Too much of one thing, not enough of the other. I skimmed an article yesterday about how our society is in a perpetual state of distraction. Case in point, I read the salient points and went back to editing photos, jotting down ideas for a new story, checking social media, then back through the circle of edits. I felt lousy for my recent absence from daily writing assignments let alone attending to unfinished stories. Truth was, I simply couldn’t do it all. Not in one day or a string of days. I walked out to the garden and forgot about work and making work and mothering and being cared for and writing and not writing and making pictures and not making pictures and finding time to cook and gather all together for dinner. I noted the wild carrots, rambling dill, lettuce leaves, and bolting sorrel as I pulled weeds from the beds. The cat trailed close behind as I looped back around the house and went back inside.