"Have you noticed, Mom," my 4-year old son said the other day, "that the days don’t stop?"
(Oblivious to time having stood still on this blog for the past two months…)
Who knew I had a philosopher in the backseat of my mini-van?
Yes, my love, the days don’t stop, no matter how much we may want them to – or even just slow down, last, linger.
Or actually, they will stop eventually for us all – but not usually when we want them to or expect them to.
Frankly, our opinion about whether we like the days we are having or not having doesn’t stop the flow. Days will keep coming, until they don’t.
Last month marked my entrance into my 40’s. With luck, I’m still slightly less than 1/2 way through my life, if one half of my genetic make-up wins out over the early deaths on the other side of my gene pool.
Watching my kids grow, noticing how more quickly the seasons seem to come and go, pondering what on earth it might mean (or not mean) to be 40, I’m completely aware of the time I have, and don’t have, to do whatever it is I’m here to do.
The days don’t stop – so what are you waiting for?