Time is a funny thing. Here one moment, gone the next, onto another moment. Passage of time. time standing still, or so it seems. Rushing by, too. Oh, so swiftly.
When young, time seemed stationary. The clock barely moved. When would this class end? When would the day end and we could go home?
Later, time’s tempo became more apparent. Ten minutes flew by. And hour’s nap was a trice. A day filled with interest and pleasure was over before we were ready for it.
In retirement time is steady. It moves rhythmically. Steadily onward. First an hour, then two and finally eight. Time for dinner. Time for bed. Too early the morning comes. Another day begins. Then the hours march to another evening and bed.
Our days are programmed. First hour is blog time, then Facebook and Internet routines. Then calendar review and prep for meetings and projects. Then shower, shave, dress for the day. Wednesdays are bathroom cleaning and laundry. Thursdays are groceries. Fridays are weekend prep. Saturday is visit with my daughter. Sunday is church. Monday is for meetings and reading. Tuesdays are various meeting dates and times arranged monthly. Then it is laundry day again.
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The week happens as planned and in rote. Over time it is moving more quickly.
We note time’s passing now with larger events in focus. But the sweep of the year’s activities and benchmark moments move more swiftly than ever. The bank is running low. Not our interest, but time in which to do things. Accomplish things.
We notice more. We realize opportunities and potential to fix things, improve things, be more. So easy. So doable. The resource needed most? Time. But it moves quickly out of view. We do what we can in the time we have.
Soon it is nap time. Too soon news time. Then meal time. Show time or meeting time. Then bed. Over and over it goes and soon the week, month and year are spent. Another birthday passed. The march continues toward an end.
We don’t know the end until the moment arrives. Meanwhile more is seen and done with the time we have. And we do it. Because we must.
And it is good. All is good.
January 10, 2020
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