Holy crap! Time, or at least the last six weeks, hasn’t exactly passed by slowly. If anything, the last six weeks have buzzed past me like a hummingbird buzzes around the feeder I have in my backyard —she’s there, I see her, but then as soon as I try to acknowledge her, she flies away. Gone. Like the last six weeks. Gone. And here I am … still wrestling with the decision-making beast that won’t leave my side.
The good news is, I’ve had some amazing opportunities lately that have required every ounce of time within those aforementioned six weeks … but the bad news … well, I suppose the bad news is I still feel like I’ve lost the time. Like I should be somewhere else. Like this path I’ve chosen to go down should be unveiling itself a bit faster. I know. I talk in riddles. Yes, so I’ve been told.
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” ― Henry David Thoreau
But I am reminded that nothing great comes quickly. OK. Wait. Winning the lottery would be relatively quick, and that wouldn’t be so bad.
And that’s all I have for you today—but I promise, my wit and sarcasm shall return soon … and when it does I’ll be back posting with fervor. Wink, wink! Oh, and as for hummingbirds and time … legend has it that they can suspend time. Because they hover. How nice to be content enough to want to remain in one place without lamenting on the past nor fretting about the future.
Today’s post inspired by The Daily One-word Prompt: “Slowly.“