I cannot think of a better place to be than in water. I can't. And I haven't been in the water, really been in the water for a long time, in a long time. This is not, as might be assumed, a realization turning directly to sadness. It simply is what it is. I seem to do other things for long stretches of time these days. I make promises I don't keep. I stress out. I sit on my ass. I overreact. I don't pay attention. I worry about things that will inevitably take care of themselves. Did I mention I overreact? There are other things I do. Namely, I have patience. I have patience. I have patience.
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