A niece of mine is flying out from Maryland to be here for my birthday next Monday and she sent me her flight information this morning. I’m excited about seeing her and realized that it’s been nearly three and a half years since we got together in Dallas at my son, David’s house. Suddenly, I found myself wondering, where does the time go? I’m sure I must have been having two birthdays a year – how else could I have gotten this old, this fast?
But there’s a gentleness to the days, a quietness, an almost dreamlike quality to them sometimes as I get so involved in one project or another – things I didn’t have time for before, that it’s easy to lose track of time. And sometimes it’s not that I’m doing so many things, it’s having the time to take my time, with whatever I’m doing! How new is that?
Learning to slow down and not go at a dead run from morning till night has been my big challenge since I retired eight years ago. It was hard at first, but I’m getting the hang of it now and it feels good. Since I’ve taken up blogging, I not only enjoy putting my own site together, I love having time to read and respond to other people’s blogs.
It is a new adventure and it fills in the time between the latest stack of books from the library, the various classes that I take and spending time with our two dogs, occasionally cooking something special for my son – or me, or both.
And as the soft music fills the room this evening I find myself back at the computer and thinking just how very fortunate and blessed I am to have so much and what a pleasure it is to be able to share it with so many seen and unseen friends.
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