For a moment, I stopped.
To listen, to breathe, to focus.
And I heard the steady, rhythmic ticking of my cuckoo clock. Time ticking away.
In one regard, the slow ticking of time is restful, reassuring, and pleasant.
On the other hand, alarming. I am 41. I have done and accomplished a lot, but I have a lot yet to do. Places to go, books to write, money to save, people to encourage.
Then, I think of my children. Time has been ticking fast enough. I return to embrace the moment, but time keeps ticking.
Somewhere between restful and alarming…time keeps on ticking.
Worth Repeating
You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.
-Anonymous
