Occupation.
I’m not talking about a job.
I am referring to how one occupies time.
I try to keep myself mindfully occupied.
With purpose.
It can’t be all work.
One morning it hit me.
I am alone.
I focused on keeping myself occupied.
Too occupied that I forgot to smell the flowers.
While waiting for my ride to arrive,
This yellow flower greeted me.
Appreciation for the little things life offers.
Every day is a work in progress.
