Last evening, and this morning - two separate times, two separate things - I was reminded that quality of life is also measured in how much I attend to what matters to other people. Two missed chances. I'll never get them back. And that's all I really want, in this moment.
So I'm charging myself to pay more attention to what I put off. To not wait until I'm less busy, or feel more up to it. To pay attention to what the smaller voice says, instead of the loud, melodramatic one. And despite myself, do the things that "have no slight or trivial influence/On that best portion of a good man's life/His little, nameless, unremembered, acts/Of kindness and of love."