29/08/2026
Tim and I were driving to Ånn the other day, meandering the way we do in the car, and ended up talking about presence. He does the could, would, should thing, replaying decisions like there’s a version of the past he could still fix. Mine looks different. My brain just doesn’t switch off, running through everything that still needs to get done, next week, next month, the move.
Different flavors of the same problem, really. Neither of us is actually here.
I’m training for it, actually, every single day. Not touching my phone in the first hours of the morning has helped more than almost anything else I’ve tried since I started in June.
But some places make it easier than others.
Four days of hike, sleep, eat, repeat with the kids does something the daily grind can’t. You notice things again. A small hand finding yours on the trail. Waking up in the tent and looking around at three people still asleep, so peaceful you almost don’t want to move. The last steps of a long day, tired in the exact same way, which somehow makes it feel like a team win instead of just being tired.
We have these moments at home too. They just move faster there. You have to actually pay attention or they slip by. Out there, they don’t. Out there it’s less like catching moments and more like standing in them.
We’re three days from actually living in Ånn full time. Curious what that does to the daily version of this.