Does anyone really know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
That's an old Chicago song (I can't for the life of me find who wrote it, but I give you, whoever you are, the credit).
Time--can't touch it, see it, taste it, hear it.
But you can waste it, spend it, enjoy it, find it, use it, run out of it, have plenty of it. Time defines our lives.
When people ask me how I 'find' the time to write, be a mom and wife, take care of the home, volunteer at my church, work in my garden, and accomplish a number of other things, I tell them, "I don't waste time." If I'm sitting at fencing practice with the youngest, I bring my laptop and edit. If I'm going to be waiting at the doctor's office, I bring a book. Working in the garden, I formulate new stories or work out kinks in current ones. Swimming laps, I mentally go over my to-do list.
It's almost as if I 'feel' every second. I think of how much I could, or should, do. But I have my moments of just sitting by the pool, and with cool drink in hand, enjoying a summer read. Sometimes, you need to slow things down and just be in that moment.
And that's all the time I have-
Char
