Time. Some days it feels like the enemy. There is never enough of it. Everything takes too much of it. We are always letting it slip away. We waste it.
What if we didn’t? What if we joined hands with it, savoring each and every moment, even the ones that stress us, or anger us, or deplete us? What if time became the river beneath our canoe? What if we flowed with it and tried to enjoy the ride, wherever it takes us?
15 minutes. We all want ours. I seem to have lost mine. I feel like I am always behind by just about fifteen minutes. Where did it go? Can I get it back? And what would I do with it if I had it?
What if I just took it? What if I took 15 minutes every day to do…well, nothing? Just the thought makes me cringe. It feels like stealing. That’s 15 minutes of cleaning, or writing, or fixing, or working, or running, or sleeping, or ANYTHING that I could be doing. Crossing off my list.
But maybe I need that 15 minutes. Maybe it is searching for me. Maybe there is something it has to tell me, but I am too busy to stop and listen.
I can get a lot done in fifteen minutes. But maybe I need to allow myself to do nothing for 15 minutes and just be. Just breathe. Stare off into the distance. Every day.
Maybe there is something I am missing and it will take me that 15 minutes to find it. Or maybe what I will find is the 15 minutes I have lost. Maybe I’ll be on time again.
And I’ll have my 15 minutes. Not of fame.
I’ll have that.
At least for 15 minutes.