Here it is the end of September, and I haven’t posted since March. How did that happen?
Dad always said that time passes faster the older we get and he was right. It makes sense in a relative sort of way, if you think about it.
When we were kids, each season that passed was a much larger percentage of our lives than now. Just think – each year that blurs by now is merely 1/61st of my life versus the 1/6th or 1/8th or 1/10th when I was a kid.
I’m also in that part of my life where busy-ness is a habit. If I’m not “doing” something – well then, I must be sick. And I rarely get sick.
So I find projects that need to be done around the house, and with a 113-year-old house, there’s always something. Or I create projects by inviting people to a dinner party, or scheduling a cook out, or planning a trip, or taking up embroidery (fact!), or.. the list goes on.
Time is precious, however – and how we spend it matters.
I have things I want to get done that get lost in busyness – and suddenly, I realize – whoa! Time is passing.
There are stories I want to share with you – we learned so much on our epic road trip at the beginning of the year about what separates us as Americans, and what holds us together.
I have a remarkable story I really want to share about finding relatives I never knew existed.
Each of these stories requires the discipline of writing, which means less busy-ness based on the habit of it all, and more focus.
And focus is the other thing that passes as quickly as time.
Wonder if I can develop new habits over time?