Taken in September, during a bus tour of Dublin.
I don’t have time for anything these days. At night, after the kids are in bed, sure. I can take a few hours to wind down, relax on the couch, do nothing and think about nothing. But during the day? I’m lucky if I have time to get the mail. The other day as I was dropping the kids off at my mom’s, we realized we had forgotten something essential at home. So I went back and retrieved it, but as I was driving back to my mom’s, I almost got into an accident. Not “life flashed before my eyes” almost, but there was a slamming of the breaks, certainly. I’m an excellent driver. This doesn’t happen to me. But it did and it shook me. What was I in such a hurry for? Are Valentine’s cards THAT important?
I paused for a moment at the stop sign, took a long blink and thought “Slow down. Breathe. You have plenty of time.” While that may not be true, long-run speaking, for the right here and now, it is. Whatever needs to happen will happen eventually. Wherever I need to be, I’ll get there. I just need to slow down, breathe, and remember there is always something more important than whatever I’m doing at that moment. Mainly and most pointedly, surviving the day.
I don’t have time for anything these days, but I am making time for that which is important to me. Everything else can wait just a cotton-picking minute. Which, as far as I can tell, is the same as any other minute.