Time, time…time; time.
You cannot stop it. You cannot get it back. You better be careful with what you got….
But none of us are.
In the end, we run out of it. It’s more precious than gold, more difficult to explain than the theory of relativity.
I need to give it a lot more respect, although I try…I do.
I used to keep up with it on a timex that I had to wind. Then they put batteries into my watches. Then the devices I use to track my steps, my sleep, my exercise and every move I make, have a clock on them.
But I still wear my timex indiglo at night, because if I wake up I want to know the time.
Does anyone ever wish we could go back and uninvent some of the things we’ve added to our lives in the past fifty years?
I used to have a lot more time to do other things. Now it takes up a lot of my time fiddling with all the new gizmos that have been invented. Emails, and FB posts, and fake phone calls, and computer games…and God don’t even get started with Pinterest.
I sat down next to the footbridge yesterday and stared at a little black and white tile that came from an old torn down gymnasium, for five minutes. That wasn’t a waste of time in my opinion, as it brought back hundreds of memories.
I held my granddaughter for an hour and a half nap today, and slept about thirty minutes with her. That’s definitely not a waste of time! One day she’ll quit napping and that’ll be the last of the last…..
Well, time to wind my watch and sleep.