Through the Daily Grind: The Passage of Time

I have a theme.

Where did the time go. How is it June, July, August, September already.

Each day clouded by an immeasurable number of diaper changes and tasks for every living being in my vicinity except for myself, I am always amazed as the hours seem to slowly creep by in the day. And yet, the Months, Seasons, Years so quickly pass by! How is it possible to be battling both aspects of the passing of time?

And how did I arrive here? 27 years have immeasurably slipped through my fingers and I look at myself in the mirror as an adult. When did that happen? A mother of two, a wife, a business and home owner, when did that happen? When did my babies sweet chubby cheeks and fat baby toes, lengthen and lean? From days that would never end, to wondering where the days, months, years have gone.

Time, it’s hard not to feel it looming in the background. The daily hum to which our feet must dance. Always there in our minds, all we have in this life. It’s immeasurable in ways we can’t see, and yet always ticking away. On our computer screens, phones, walls, always there reminding us as the numbers cycle by. How many times have you watched it, hoping, wishing, waiting, wanting?

It’s hard not to get caught up in the passage of time, as it leads such a role in our daily life. Yet it’s not the time I wish to catch, to hold on to. I know my time here can only be enjoyed as a present, in the present. It’s the moments.  The life in our years!