Time by minutes slips
away, first the hour ,then the day.
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet soon it amounts to years.
- Ronald Tierney
I remember when I was a child how time seemed endless. The summer days lasted forever. Days in school seemed to drag on and I was often glancing at the clock to see when I would be free.
When I entered adulthood time still seemed to be infinite. I thought college would go on forever, marriage would last until the end of time, and the sound of my children's laughter and squabbling would always be there.
None of that happened. Time moved forward, and as it moved forward its pace quickened.
Each year seemed to shorten. I remember several years ago my sister saying, in July, "well, tomorrow it will be Christmas".
We laughed about that, but I realize now how the time between Christmases has shortened.
These days I text her on Friday night and say, "Oh look it's the weekend again. What happened to the rest of the week?".
My days are full. I seem to have settled into a routine and the rhythm of that routine seems to comfort me.
Each morning I sip decaf tea or coffee from my favorite mug as the oatmeal bubbles on the stove.
I think about the day ahead and what my plans are.
Then I take time to read a little of a favorite book while I eat breakfast. This morning it is a new novel by one of my favorite authors, Linda Castillo.
Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays , and Saturdays I have planned morning activities so I am out of the house early. That seems to get me geared up for the rest of the day.
I split the rest of my time between tedious household chores, blogging, working on my vintage selling business, gardening, etc. The etc. definitely varies from day to day.
Of course I also try to see my family as much as possible, but I know they have busy lives.
So here it is the weekend again. The week has slipped by so quickly, but I love that I still have purpose, that I can look back at the past days and see what I have accomplished.
Time slips away, but life goes on.






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