Day 101

It’s gotten away from me.

Time that is. Where is it going? And why is it intent on getting there so fast?

I feel like a hypocrite almost. All those years wishing for time to hurry. All those important landmarks I was so eager to reach. And for what? A few exciting moments? A million ‘I told you so's'?

Now I’m hurtling at warp speed with no emergency break. How do I slow it down? Can’t I pause in the moment to enjoy the fruits of my labor? Everyone wants decisions, severity, commitment.

And all I want is to blow bubbles with you all day long.
Is that really such a bad thing?