Time is a funny thing – intangible, and yet we are always referring to it.
We take time, we make time, we spend time, we lose time, we kill time, we run out of time …….. the list goes on.
It seems that for the past year and a half, I have been losing time – or wasting it. Without a clear focus, it is easy to do. Without a plan, it is easy to just coast along, and spend those precious minutes and hours doing things that don’t mean anything in the long run. It is as if we are waiting for some cataclysmic event that will put it all together for us, and then we will have a plan – have a focus.
We also take time for granted……. until something happens to make us realize that it is NOT endless, and we each have our own timeline. So many days and years to do whatever we are meant to do here on earth,
I should be saying “I” in all these sentences. I have been drifting, waiting for direction, and saying that it was because I didn’t have the space, or I was being tossed around by too many outside schedules………. in the end these are just excuses…… lies I have been telling myself.
I am making it a practice to “Make” time now, for the things I want to do and also those I need to do. I will make plans, instead of holding off in case something else needs to be done. Really, that is the only way to get anything done. the accounting, the exercising, the sewing – each must have its own spot in the day, flexible, but not to be put off.
I want to accomplish something again – quilt the quilts that have been dancing around in my head but not turning into fabric and thread. I need to just begin, and if the idea doesn’t work out, then pick out the stitches and explore other methods.
I want to spend time each day, or at least a few times a week, writing here as well. I have really missed it. I have missed you.