I spent all day yesterday telling myself not to waste time.
I wasted time.
I got distracted, an all too easy a thing for me to do, and time slipped away like a furtive child who has snitched cookies off the cooling racks mother left unattended on the counter, and now hears mom returning to the kitchen.
Seconds. Minutes. And yes, hours too, slipping away to wherever it is time goes when it’s gone.
I will be working on the same project today, and again I’ll be telling myself not to waste time and doing my best to act on that timely advice.
1) the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present and future regarded as a whole: the progress of time as affecting people and things: time or an amount of time as reckoned by a conventional standard …
We have always been ruled by time, even when it was only the rising of the sun and the going down of the same pacing our lives with light or its absence.
“Make hay while the sun shines.”
Snail days, that mosey along and seem to take forever to get from point A to point B.
Lightening days that flash and fade to what seems to be a night come too soon.
It seems weird to me sometimes that we are dominated by something so capricious …
yet so structured that we now can chart it to the nanosecond.
May you handle your time well today – as well as any of us can handle such a mercurial master.
And I’ll endeavor to do the same. 😉
Hugs from Pearl. 😊