Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Old and New
I took this photo about 17 years ago, my mum and my niece. My favourite part of the photo? My nieces wee hand grasping at my Mum's neck.
This niece is the one who made time speed up for me, until she was born time seemed to drift along days felt like days and a week was a week nothing more or less and then suddenly our family this wee 'marker' of time and I realised the value of a day, a week or even a minute and how quickly they were all ticking past.
Now of course my own kids have added to that and with the passing of years (and friends) I'm starting to think I'll never get all the things done on my list. That doesn't mean I won't be trying to get through the list tho'. When I was 23 a c,lose friend died of a vicious rare breast cancer. I know she will never get through her list and in some ways I feel obliged to make the most of my own time in honour of those friends and family who have had their's cut short. Is that odd? I still do things I want to do, I'm not trying to live those lives as well but it makes me even more keen to not waste time.
Do you have a list of things to do, you know "Bucket List" stuff or is your life like seaweed - drifting in and out with the tide, going with the flow?