Father Time

I cannot believe my last post was in June and it’s already September. I don’t know about you, but our summer flew by in the blink of an eye. Father Time sure makes me feel like I’ve stepped into the “Star Tours’ light speed” version of life. In all seriousness, why in the world does time travel faster for adults than it does for children. I’m sure it all has to do with the level of responsibility we accept as part of adulthood. When did I sign my time away to piles of laundry and dishes, dirty diapers, picking up toys…I guess it’s the small price tag for becoming a Mother. I just wish there was a way to slow down the time when I’m enjoying family and friends and a way to speed up time when doing chores. Where is Mary Poppins when you need her?

Speaking of chores, writing my blog is no chore to me. In fact, I really enjoy writing and wish I had more time for such a treat. I found my love for writing while attending college. I especially love to write about my life experiences. I know that journaling is not only important for myself, but will be very beneficial for my posterity. I know that my legacy will live on through my family as long as my experiences are written down for others to someday read. Can you imagine if the Prophets chose to not write down their experiences, good and bad? Not that I’m comparing my journaling to that of a Prophet, I’ve just learned through their experiences that writing about our life is important, even crucial.

There have been a few experiences that I’ve neglected to write about, not due to lack of importance, quite the contrary. Rather I’ve wanted to give these experiences the writing time they deserve. I realize now that this “time” I’ve been waiting for to arrive at my doorstep is never to arrive. There will always be a pot on the stove, so to speak. I need to put many a pots on the back burner and make writing more of a priority. I shall try…