Age of Time{0}

“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”

                                                                                                            ~ Albert Einstein

My post yesterday caused a bit of a stir.  I am not in a bad place, I am just finally following through on a promise to myself to stop candy coating my emotions. But also on the same token I realize something, the need for a new promise.  If I am tired, just plain and simply, had a long few weeks with hardly any sleep, working over 14 hours a day, kind of tired, then I shall own up to the fact that I need some rest.  Time to stop being so hard on myself and making everything bigger than it is. Perhaps there is no need to find hidden meanings or question life’s patterns when in fact exhaustion is the culprit.

But where is the fun in that and however will the W Chaser in me survive without dissecting every little when, why, where, who and what of every situation?

It would seem lately that when my body completely shuts down my mind opens. Just when I think I have nothing to say and I will never put another word to these pages, the flood gates unfasten and the music plays and my fingers are playing my keyboard like a piano.

Has there been a new epiphany? A new sense of enlightenment that will release me from the binds of time?

                                   “I was older then, I am much younger than that now”.

                                                                                                              ~ Bob Dylan

I wouldn’t call it an epiphany really but I will say it’s time to stop letting age get in my way, (which apparently is what I have been doing). It’s time for the butterfly in me to break free of the cocoon I have placed myself in. There is no room for limitations.

My friends are mostly younger than me, and in my industry the people I work with seem to be getting younger too.  Why do I seem like the only one getting older? I don’t know what to make of the changes that are happening. It has been hard for me to appreciate how lucky I am and how admirable time has been to me. I am a late bloomer, I have so much to be thankful for, like the fact that I ever bloomed at all!

Since my childhood was taken from me and I spent most of my days a quintessential representative of a misplaced youth, I have in my mind been getting younger. I find myself in a position to enjoy the things I wasn’t able to do as a kid and shy of a few bruises, I am having a blast. Mid life crisis? Not yet.

Life is meant to enjoy and no matter what I think I owe my mother, I most certainly don’t owe it to her to end up like her. I don’t think she would appreciate it. I think she is looking down upon me laughing and wishing she was here to share in the making sense of nonsense that I have embarked upon.

My heart has embraced the value of time. I know who I am, I know what I like, I know where I am going and I know the importance of sitting still for as long as you can so you can learn something new about yourself.

I also know that there are so many people out there that are my same age and I know you might be one of them.

What are you doing with your time?

 

 

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