Welcome to 2010. February 2, 2010 to be exact. sigh Time flies when you’re having fun. Or not having fun. Not that I’m not having fun. It’s just that no matter what you do, or don’t do, time marches on. It’s not waiting for the world or situation to change, like you might be. Time really has no emotions or mercy. It certainly stops for no one - I’m not one who believes in the notion that time slows in a tender moment. I normally experience the opposite. The most boring moment can last a lifetime, but the fun and touching times are over before you know it.
It’s up to us to grab the moments that matter before they pass us by and tear them open like a gift, blow them up like a balloon to fill all possible space and bounce them around, float them along, play with them and around them. I just finished watching “Groundhog Day”, and one thing I had forgotten about is how much Bill Murray’s character Phil grows, once he realizes the gift he is given - the gift of time, the chance to live each day knowing that there’s another one coming and it will hold exactly what he expects and he knows exactly how to make a difference.
I don’t have resolutions this year. I don’t even have concrete goals. I am trying to make time my friend (my bitch?), to tame it, organize it. I find too much of my time is spent doing Stuff I’d rather not be doing, and while I accept a certain amount of this is necessary in life (unless I’m independently wealthy, then screw it), I’m growing selective about what Stuff occupies my extra time. Or at least, I’m trying to. At the very least, I’m figuring out that saying “No” once in a while hurts someone a lot less than I imagine it will when I’m running through reasons not to say “No” in my head. The Stuff that occupies my time should first and foremost be good for me and the folks I love/like - I’ve started running again, trying to spend more time being social with family and friends.
We’ll see how it goes, hey?