The days are racing by so quickly; I feel disoriented.  I just don’t have enough time for everything.  While I long for the evening when I can crawl into my comfy bed, it always comes too soon with too many things left undone.

It’s an interesting time in my life.  I’m gratefully watching my daughters grow into beautiful young adults and reluctantly acknowledging my son is hitting puberty.  It seems like yesterday when I rocked them and sang lullabies to them and walked around half-dead from lack of sleep.

I have wrinkles on my face, my already-small breasts are deflating, and my baby-making days are just about done, but I still feel like the young girl who pedaled her blue Schwinn 10-speed to band practice and didn’t think twice about prancing around in a bikini.

Where does the time go?

My running schedule is a challenge to my jammed-packed work weeks.  30-40 miles per week equals about 5-6 hours on the road.  It takes time.  I remind myself I can’t afford not to do it.

Self-care and laundry and writing and paying bills and grocery shopping… something always needs to be done.  And all I really want is to spend some quality time doing something I love while the world stands still for awhile.  I think it’s so very important to make time for that.

I need to connect.  I need to let go.  I need to keep Love front and center and open myself up to all of the goodness that comes along with that.  The rest will either get done or it won’t.

And whether or not I agree, the years will continue to march on.   But in the end, I think I’ll remember fondly every second of the times I chose Love over laundry.

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