Day 8 - Time Flies

Where does the day go? I know I start out each morning with a plan, and I know I work off my many lists, but really, where does the time go? Maybe the same place the socks escape to . . . the same place they live, that unclear space that represents all that is unknown or not clear. Okay, wait a minute, this isn't a science fiction BLOG . . . sorry about that little deviation.

Where were we, oh yes, where does the day go? You may be like me, always nTending to be "on time" to find more "time" to get the job done, or do the laundry, or make those brownies or clean the house or . . . see what I mean? Time flies . . . in every sense of the word. Time doesn't stand still, unless you are in that science fiction BLOG I thought we were in. No, time definitely moves forward without a care in the world. Time doesn't stop to ask for directions. Time doesn't need gas or money or sleep. Time doesn't need permission or a contract or a schedule. Time just marches on doesn't it? And before you know it, it is 2:00 and you still have a considerable amount of work to do before the kids get home from school. Or, it's 4:45 and the deadline was 4:30. Or your baby is barely walking and the next moment you are trying to figure out just how one is supposed to teach a hormonal, pubescent, irritable at any moment for no known reason, teenager, how to drive a car . . . yep, time takes off without you sometimes.

Tomorrow, my goal is to focus on more of the individual moments that make up one of these days that keeps getting away from me. After all, one of my b450 list items is to slow down and nJoy more each day, to notice more about all those moments that add up, to not just "get through the day" but to really live through the day.

Until tomorrow . . . Bye for now!