Like a horse with blinders on, I put one foot in front of the other, doing the next thing, completely forgetting that there are things going on in the periphery. I tend to live my life this way. It’s my default. If I am not intentional about noticing things around me, I will continue “getting things done” and miss what is past the blinders. The problem is: the important things are in the periphery. Directly in front of me is the giant pile of laundry, last night’s dishes that still smell like salmon, beds that haven’t been …
