he and I are hurried people. busy people I think I mean. our lives are filled with great, fast-moving things, and even with the chaos this is all exciting. and I realize that the hectic pace that marks our lives now is how it may always be for both of us. I suppose that's fine, and it has to be okay, but the rush rush rush can be unsettling. I find myself having nervous dreams for him. he starts to do my worrying for me, making my to-do lists while I try to do his work for him.
in all these bursting movements of rushing quickness and moments of still relief, I think: this is how our lives may be.
(this is how our lives may be.)