Well, another year is almost gone, where does the time go? A question I think we ask ourselves every day as the minutes tick by and it appears we have not accomplished as much as we would have liked to.
Part of the problem is age. It does not matter what number we wear, for time waits for no one. There is the same amount of time in a day at any age, but the energy we once had slowly dissipates as the days, the hours, and the minutes go by.
When once we would climb mountains and still have enough breath left at the end of the trek to place a flag at the top, with age we find ourselves clamouring just to reach the crest of a small mole hill, grasping for any branch to help us up just one more step.
But we do generally slow down as the years tick by and the goals and plans we make for ourselves need to be scaled back slightly lest we fail to achieve them.
If the years have taught us anything, it is to be wise with our time. Don’t throw it away on needless tasks, enjoy little successes that bring joy, happiness and contentment, worry less, and don’t stress about the housework.
It shall never be written on your grave marker that you kept a spotless house, but it might just say you were a great humanitarian, mother, father, artist.
Leave the dust balls behind and stitch the crazy quilt of a beautiful life made up of sweet memories that will keep you warm and cozy when you are alone on a dark night.
