A wee blog
It’s October already, and, I’ve been saying this for a few years now and will echo again—time is a slippery beast, and it’s quickening intensely.
I wonder if it, too, is the ‘season’, like my elongated season of being sick. As a mother of young, fast-developing, high-energy, curious kids, the daily pace is rapid, and I always feel like I’m spinning too many plates. My bones hurt from it. I don’t have someone to comfortably hand a few plates to—their breaking is a certainty. And I’d flail myself for being stupid enough to trust while I pick up the shattered pieces and keep the others spinning. I’m tired. They get heavier or I’m weakening.
Perhaps it’s both.
Folks keep talking to me about the past and sharing old ‘memories’ oftentimes, those memories aren’t theirs. They’re selected by technology. I am bored of the nostalgic mindset. I’m fed up with many things that feel like they’re haemorrhaging time (life). It’s so finite. There are so many breaths filled with too many greedy, empty words. For children, for folks we love and spend time with (when we can squeeze that in this fast-paced race to death), being present is of far more value than daydreaming of yesterday. I’m glad yesterday is over. There’s more pain there than anything else. And all the pictures are imprinted in my non-digital head. My heart beats differently because of some of them. I wish folks would be present more. Have their feet on this ground and not prancing in yesterday’s dust. Be present today and grow for better, happier, stronger tomorrows. Nostalgia is a waste of today unless you’re a ghost.
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