It used to be enough to enjoy "the little things" in life 10 years ago. Now a constant sense of urgency has nestled into my head or heart or some other metaphorical cavity in me and won't let me feel much more than constantly buzzing worry that something is running out before my eyes and I'm missing it. (And it weighs me down like a thick, unbeatable swamp.) What am I supposed to have accomplished by now anyway?
