Borrowed Time

Caught up in my daily chores, I can't help but feel like I'm continually asking "time" for favors. Timing my tasks in between life's demands and anticipations. I attempt to fit in all of the day's (my) goals within a certain time period. It occurred to me that the concept of "borrowed time" could easily be applied to how I approach daily life.

I was sweeping the crumbs under the table while planning to accomplish just a few more things before my youngest squeals and demands my attention. Rushing to get just a few more things done before my boys ask when dinner is ready. And finishing it all before my husband comes home and our busy evening begins. All I wanted was to complete what I had set out to do. Yet, all the while I was so preoccupied that at any moment something or someone was going to tell me suddenly to "STOP". Then, I'd have to reluctantly hand over my keys and pull over.

I compare those too common of moments to dreams in which I run....but very slowly. I'm having to get somewhere and I'm in a hurry but I'm in slow motion, dragging physically, but mentally I'm speeding.

I acknowledge that I can't expect for time to stop, but that doesn't prevent me from trying to beat it. Somehow I feel indebted to time, humbled by it's power. Whatever time I'm "given" seems to be unappreciated for I'm in a hurry to take advantage. Like a library book, I tend to be preoccupied with how long it's lended to me and lose the opportunity to relish the ownership. Asking time to lend me some more isn't realistic but I manage to justify my attempt to conquer it.

Despite whatever I accomplish, many moments are overlooked. I tend to be caught up in determination to finish something to notice. No matter how many completed projects and shiny floors, I need to slow down and re-prioritize my continuing struggle. To make a difference, I must approach the task at hand as if I'm accomplishing the objective in good time not borrowed time.