Spring Forward

On Fall Back Sunday, I’m out there killing it. The day stretches out to infinity and I do so many things and marvel at how much of the day is left, then I’m in tatters when it’s dark at 5 pm.

On Spring Forward Sunday I sleep late and wake up feeling wasteful and trollish. I push on things and am annoyed with the world, then I’m filled worth wonder and satisfaction when it’s light at 7 pm.

Today I’m trying to roll with it, remembering productivity is not a requirement, that I have no control of time, and that the world will continue to spin whether I find replacement dining chairs today or not.