time

My mother (and others) always said that time moves faster the older you get.

It's starting to make more sense to look at the calendar than at the clock.

Time and Organization

     It seems as no matter how organized I am, there's always something that comes up at the last minute to throw a wrench into my plans.
     That's when that sense of humor thing clicks in. I like to set my schedule for an extra fifteen minutes to allow for such occurences. Looks like I need more like thirty minutes.

inside time

     On the outside I can be carefree and happy. Inside can be a different story.

     Inside I am happy too. but other things live inside along with happiness.

     Sometimes inside I am so overwhelmed by life.
 I don't think it's just me though. I think that feeling overwhelmed is pretty common. I feel like I don't have enough time.

       It's as if I am just beginning to understand life and how precious and short it is. Every day I am reminded. Reminded by people. The oncoming of an illness, the passing of  a life, the choice to disolve a relationship, the neglect of affections, loving, nurturing love. Time, tick tocking away. So much to do. Busy with just getting getting through a day.  All sorts of things to take up our time. Work, committments, eating, exercising, sleeping, chores, family, friends, socializing, bathing, grooming, hobbies, pleasures  . . . there is no end. No end until our personal clock runs out. Each person's battery runs on it's own time.

      I want to relax and be happy and float through life, but that's not how it goes. I think about the past, why I did the things I did, and why I couldn't, wouldn't, or didn't see the clarity of life before. Would I do things differently?
      Is courage as much a part of life as wisdom? Which has to come first?

       Clarity comes everyday to me. And some of it has been a long time coming. I have to be patient for that life clarity to come to the ones I love and care about. It is a progressive life for all of us. Sometimes it would be nice if the revelations all came to us at the same time. A Kumbaya experience. But they don't. So while I wait for that time to come to those I love, I must be patient. Because others have waited for it to come to me.

      And even though I don't see it clearly yet, there is still so much that life has to teach me. I hope I have the time.