Maybe Next Time

by Cesca Major

Would it all unravel if I could sometimes just let the small stuff slide?

We worked and we hustled and we moved through our days at a frantic pace—for what? To pass each other like worker bees.

I’d been missing so many of these small, precious moments, not just in this loop but before too, leaping ahead on the To Do List in my head rather than pausing to look around, to feel, to taste, to smell: to live.