Thinking about being busy

Sometimes I think about all the things we have to do in order to have time for the few moments in life that make us so happy. I have been seeing up to seven clients a day lately (in seven hour work days even) plus my full course load, thesis and weekend job. Sometimes after six or seven hours of work on my thesis, I feel that good moment of accomplishment. Sometimes out of seven clients, on will tell me that day that counseling is helping them and thank me, and I feel that moment of accomplishment. What about everything else? What about once the commuting, the dirty clothes and dishes that need to be washed, the other household stuff that needs to happen, the dog that needs to be walked, the running/working out daily...? Out of all of the hours and hours of stuff we have to do, how many moments during those hours are we living for? I'm rambling here.

This weekend I didn't have to work. Today it was 60*. I savored the beautiful moments I spent outside at the lake with my sweet boyfriend and my manoso puppy. I had those moments, and they flew by. Everything we did today made those moments. And the time flew. It flew away.

Yet the hours of things I do for moments like this drag on.

Not sure where I was going with this...