I know polyamory is in, sisters, but I'm out. Polyamorist no more.
OK, so maybe I'm embellishing a little. I'm not really a polyamorist, at least not in the "biblical sense."
But I sure am with my attention. And it's plumb wearing me out, not exactly a place from which I experience pleasure or joy.
I've realized that whatever is in front of me to do, in some sense, is my lover. And my attention is the way I make love with the weeding, the bill paying, the knitting, the person I'm talking with.