Too much going on at the moment--I like a life with lots of breathing space, time for doing nothing, so why do I find myself unable to slouch around in the present and enjoy it, instead of constantly rushing towards the next thing? Problem. Resolution: more here-and-now, less anxiety. Good luck.
Part of what's going on is I'm sitting in on a class that's reading Montaigne. It's wonderful, except that there's a lot of reading, and I'm doing it in French, that is, French from 1500-and-something, and that in itself is a big challenge, let alone trying to follow the arguments in Montaigne's digressive prosing. I've decided that if I get a feel for Montaigne's voice in French, I will be content. I think of his bronze statue guarding the sidewalk opposite the Sorbonne, rue des Ecoles (it's on my way to the gym) and how genial he looks, eyes crinkly, and how his soft pointy-toe Renaissance shoe--slipper?--is buffed by passersby. I buff it. For good luck.