Sometimes I get to the other side of one of those weeks, and realize it was all a blur.
When I look back in my mind, people and places, motions, actions, words...
seem to just all run together.
Sometimes, I was just moving too fast to process.
Too much to see.
Sometimes, I was simply not focusing.
Too much to do.
It's hard to remember that I can bring the blur into focus.
Just think of what we could accomplish
if we trained our brains to see just the things that were in front of us.
Just the most important things.
The things we love.
The ways we are loved.
The things that are in focus.
It's not that the blur doesn't matter...it's just not the matter.