It seems I’ve been having an introverted phase lately. No blogging, little socializing, lots of inward gazing.
No reason for this, it’s just how I’ve been feeling. Neglecting the blog is a minor thing, but I’ve also neglected some relationships. I haven’t been instigating “let’s get together” moments. I’ve forgotten milestones in people’s lives. It’s not good. The only excuse I can offer is that life has been flying by me way too quickly and honestly, it scares me a little bit. I look up and another month is gone, just like that.
I remember my dad talking to me very earnestly when I was a senior in high school and so anxious for the end of the year to come so I could get on with my life. He begged me not to wish time away, ruefully noting that any time passed is time I never get back. He was about 60 at the time. I understood what he was telling me, but I couldn’t process it because at 18, the hours seemed to crawl by. Now, at 47, I totally feel what he was trying to warn me about. While a random hour might still seem to crawl, the weeks and months blast by.
I’ve tried to hold on to time by focusing on what’s in front of me – my work day, my girls, my list of weekend “to dos,” my knitting and reading. That means I tend to miss the big picture, though.
I’ll tell you one thing, having two high schoolers in the house isn’t going to slow life down at all. I’d better get used to it, and stop the denial.
Now that I’ve broken my silence, I’ll see if I can’t get some photos of the knitting posted, and regale you with the stuff I know you’re just dying to hear.
Toodles!























