March 12, 2013
I was sitting, half-slumped on the couch, reading. I could hear the neighbor's wind chimes and the force of the wind blowing when it occurred to me that attitude is present in everything. Even in the way we sit. I straightened then, and adjusted my posture. My dad's conscience was always clear--he sat, spine perfectly aligned, with a pillow on his lap if he was reading or just a focused, self-aware presence if he was watching TV. Sometimes it's that strength I aspire to possess. But I wonder if it's just something I'll grow into in time.