It's Sunday....again. I am sitting in my office listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall through ITunes and wondering where does all this time go? It's not a complaint, it's a real question. I see the minutes, hours and days just sift through my life and think things are moving a little too fast. How do we slow down this racing life and still accomplish all that we set out to do? Perhaps it's winnowing down that list of expectations or maybe it's just settling into the pace and letting it be what it is? I haven't quite decided what the solution is.
There are days when I want time to move on. I think if the pace doesn't pick up I am just going to die of complete boredom. But then I think of time in relation to parenting. I look at my sweet 15-year-old daughter and I am horrified at how quickly she is growing up and I think that her life has blossomed right before my eyes and I haven't done enough appreciating of her growth. She will be away at college in two and half years if everything goes according to plan. And I wonder how I am going to feel after I've helped her settle into her college room and I walk away without her and head home. I will be alone for the first time ever and I don't know how to feel about it. But I don't need to know how to feel about it, do I? I just need to feel it.
Time is funny. It has a way of making us think and the other thing about time, you never know where it's going to lead you.