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.