As I stood peering into my microwave just now, watching my bacon get crisp (yes I still eat bacon and NO ONE will ever make me quit), I counted down the seconds.
Fascinated by how fast two minutes flew by, it dawned on me that this is my life counting down. I would never get those two minutes back. I became dizzy and viscerally FELT the world turning at NASCAR speeds.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could take a “time out” now and then and gather up the good parts of our lives and stack them in one corner? Then, call the Salvation Army to come pick up the rest.
I have this mental image of the world stopping to let us off for a breather. Like when we were kids and rode the “Tilt – a – world” one too many times.
During this interlude, time would stand still and aging would pause while we collect ourselves.
Perhaps we can capture such a space – well, all except for the aging part – not much we can do about that. At least our friends are traveling on the same train.
* We can create time boundaries when we turn off the cell phone, cut off the television, put on some music and just be.
* Take a time-free day. Take off your wrist watch and do what feels good and right – so long as it’s legal and moral. This is easier for those of us who are “Retared,” as they say in Mississippi.
* Get outside when this infernal rain quits. Even on the worst wintry day I always find inspiration. Last week when the temp dipped into the teens, I took Lucky out and we discovered a song bird in the middle of a wonderful concert. Now, if that bird can perform under such conditions, why can’t I. (Because I can’t sing, for one.)