Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Losing Track of Time...

I feel badly, deficient, defective, terrible...

that I have not blogged for over 2 weeks!  At least I think it's been that long more or less, less or more...  But the point is...I have failed in my duty, my obligation, my commitment to myself that I...

would not...

no way...

won't fail...

uh uh...

But, heh guys, I've been soooo busy!!!  Egads!  There's that word!  And I'm using it after all we've been through together!

Well, perhaps I'm being a wee bit over dramatic...maybe...ya think!!

I have been very "productive" the past 2 weeks, but honestly, I could have found an hour here and there to write my blog.  If I really wanted to!

Which.. don't get me wrong, I really "wanted to", but...well, I guess I didn't "want to" enough.

Listen to me!  I blog like I talk when I don't have a good excuse (like being seriously ill or camping in the bush of Africa) for losing track of time!  And..

there it is; the point of this rambling blog!  Losing track of time...


Even when we're young we can't afford to lose track of time; let alone when we get older.  Time is a valuable commodity and it should never, ever be tossed away willy-nilly.  Yet, that's exactly what I did.

The truth is I didn't realize so much time had passed without blogging, reading fave blogs or writing anything at all.  It isn't the end of the world (I don't tthink) but, losing track of time means I haven't been present and not being present means I've been thinking, stressing, being somewhere else other than the present moment which means...deep breath...

I lost 2 weeks of my life being oblivious!! 

And at my age I can't afford it!  Remember time is rarer and more valuable than money! 

I shall leave you with that thought for today; "Time is rarer and more valuable than money" and I will follow up on my next blog and...

No!  It won't be 2 weeks from now!

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Ta Ta!

William Henry Davies 1871-1940


What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.