Too often time is something I have been guilty of taking for granted.
Time just…. is.
Days come and go, especially at this time of year between Christmas and New Year, when I have very little clue which day of the week it is.
I am not too old to remember the seemingly sleepless Christmas Eve nights of my childhood. The morning couldn’t come too soon, just in case my brother and I had been good enough to have had a visit from Father Christmas during the dark hours. Yet time is the present which is there to greet each new day, without a night of excited, anxious waiting before it.
The one certainty that we have in life, is that though precious, time is not endless… however much we may have occasional moments of fear about it running out.
I try to see it as very much… a gift. It’s not something I am owed. I do not assume how many days I have. No, I find it far better to simply find the glimmers of joy in each day. This is not a simple thing to do at all. The world seems to be full of dark, divisive shouting these days. I have had to restrict the amount of it that I allow into my bubble of calm.
A long time ago, my dear friend Ena told me that I had to protect my energy, and it was one of those lightbulb moments in life. She was, no… IS sooo right.
I have difficult days, but I always try and find time at the end of each to reflect. It’s in looking back over that day that I remember the conversations that brought warmth and a smile. I recall the daft antics of my cat and dog, and can’t help but chuckle again. I try and live my days as if building a mental scrapbook of glittered happy minutes. I soon find they add up and help me through the tougher times.
As a new year creeps ever closer, I wish you all continued days of stepping over obstacles and treasuring each and every smile. May your laughter ring out loud and clear as often as it is able, and feel the blessing of each new sunrise.