Life is Short
I have been working on a rather daunting task…sorting photos. I have 8 boxes, shoebox size, full of photos. And they’re not just thrown in, they’re stacked file style. Thats a lot of photos! I have been wanting/needing to get to them for years. Many of them were previously in an album but had to be removed from the destructive “magnetic” style pages before they were eaten with acid and age. I ultimately intend to get them into archive safe albums and scrapbook a few. I hope I live long enough to get it done.
Life is short. Sorting though all those years of photos has been a real wake-up call. Seeing my now adult kids when they were babies, and seeing the progression of time.
I ran across a picture of my dad on his 50th birthday. Wow. I will be 50 in just a few weeks. How can it be? How can time pass so quickly? At what point in life does one go from wishing the time away to wishing it would just slow down, even for a day? As a child, it seemed like Christmas came about every 5 years. Now it seems to come about every 6 months.
All this makes me look at my life and ask “Am I living each day to it’s fullest?”, “What can I do today, to make it more significant?” Sometimes it seems like life is an endless cycle of repeating the same thing over and over. What can I do to change that? It seems I’ve always said to myself “I can’t wait until”: the kids are older, the kids are grown, I am retired, etc. then I’ll have time to do the things I want to do.
In the meantime, life is slipping away. I am getting older and have less energy than I used to. The time to do it is NOW!
I just need to figure out how.
