Time is a funny thing.
A minute can seem to whiz by when you’re hitting the snooze button, but take forever when you are running on a treadmill.
It can pass and you not even know it when you realize you’ve lived somewhere 10 or 15 years. Or see your baby graduate from high school.
It can seem so slow yet simultaneously fast when you’re dating someone… seems like we’ve been dating a long time/slash/when can we get to dating a year so it sounds more legit when people ask me how long we’ve been dating?
Or it seems to take so long to get us on our vacation, on that ride at Disneyland, to the fireworks show; and before we know it, it’s over.
We never have enough of it or we have too much of it.
It drags on at the DMV, the carwash, the doctor’s office. It speeds up at the movies, a great night with friends, going down a ski run.
Places can be different over time. The same coffee shop where you sat with your boyfriend, this time, you sit alone. Next time, you go with a friend. Each time is different. Same place, different times.
It can heal things. Wounds. Physical wounds. Emotional wounds.
It can can stop, well, not really. But the people around it can stop. If you lose a loved one, a child, a family member- it’s like their clothes, their bedroom, their life- it’s as if time has stopped. Time stopped for them, but kept going for us.
It can kind of freak you out when you realize – it. just. doesn’t stop. ever. Never.
Time is a very powerful, precious and humble thing.
The only thing we can do is appreciate what it can do for us. Love those minutes that seem to go by too fast, soak them in.
Find strength in the minutes that move too slowly- appreciate those too, for they are allowing us to be present.
Time is a gift, a precious gift that speeds and falters through our own lenses. Be aware of your time. Love your time. Be thankful for your time. You will never get this day, this hour, this minute, this moment- ever again.