Tick Tock

Every single day I wake up at 6:30, bolting right out of bed at the first horrible buzz of the alarm clock and I already have this list in the back of my mind of every single thing I have to accomplish by the end of the day. And further back is all that I have to accomplish by the end of this year. And even further is all that I want to accomplish in this lifetime.

I always feel like life is so short...Everything in my day revolves around time, because I want to get so much done and yet time is incessantly racing against me. Mostly these days in the routine stuff, it’s as if I lack so much of it I value every spare extra minute I get. And it’s funny because there were moments in the summer when I wished (for like a second) that summer would move faster, things were too slow (damn do i miss those days), now it’s as if the weeks are rushing by so fast, deadlines are constantly being thrown at me and everything becomes a blur after awhile.

Time must be made into a friend, before a foe it becomes all too quickly. Time tells all and heals all. We change so much with it and so suddenly that in most cases we don't even sense it creep up on us. Every experience has a lasting effect on who we are and who we become, and only time tells us what that will be. A single moment can be monumental in the experience of one lifetime. And sometimes...a single moment takes a lifetime to arrive.

All I know is...in my lifetime, I hope to value my time with my family, to appreciate my time spent on my education, my career, and my friends. I hope to make use of time, to be able to have the time to relax, to take the time to worship god wholeheartedly, and to thank time for making me into who I am. 

Ok now I will take this time to shut up and go to sleep.

It is now bedtime.

ha ha.. I'm lame, there is no hiding from that.

Never Forget.

I just sat through hours of traffic. I was over an hour delayed to work due to some accident on the turnpike which caused traffic to spill over onto local roads in my town. My normal commute turned into a nightmare of back ups and delays on every road I turned. Needless to say I was not a happy camper. Then as I was checking my phone for the 18th time to see how late I was, I realized the date said September 11th. 

How could I forget? I don't think anyone in my generation will ever forget this date. It's forever etched in our memories. Not just for those of us who live close to NY, or even those of us who live in this country. Globally, it's a date no one in this era can forget. It happened when I was in 10th grade going into my 3rd period World History class. We watched on TV as the second plane hit. Everything was kind of crazy that day and for the days to follow even. Even though I didn't directly know anyone who lost their lives that day, it still scares me to think about it all. 

Yet, here I am 11 years later, a mom on her way to work complaining because of traffic delays. 11 years ago, around the exact same time some mom's dropped their kids off to daycare and never made it to work. Some children in the very same daycare as my own child lost their parents forever. Today for me is such a clear reminder that we must cherish each day and love the people in our lives. It's a reminder of how we must constantly be grateful for the moments we are given. 

Today let's taking a moment to honor all those who lost their lives due to the tragic events of 9/11. My heart goes out to all the victims and to the family members who have to live on with those horrible memories.