The secret of life is enjoying the passing of time.
Thanks, James Taylor.
Yesterday my husband chopped down a tree in our front yard and I didn’t notice for 24 hours. Granted, the tree was small, and dying. But am I going through my life blind? I wanted to notice it’s passing.
Today I did Step Aerobics to the Rolling Stones tune Brown Sugar. In college that was my absolute favorite dance tune. I observed my red-faced self doing leg lifts and was glad Mick Jagger wasn’t in the room to observe this particular passing of time.
Next week our older daughter begins an internship at the Human Rights Campaign (HRC). Not that many years ago I did not know what HRC stood for. The passing of time has taught me plenty about this subject.
The week after next our younger daughter heads off to her second year of college. She’s ready to go, and yes, it’s time. But I will miss her. Already booked her Thanksgiving flight home. On some level, I will count the passing of time until then.
Now let’s see what today holds. . . .