It’s time for me to write my daily blog post!
It’s the 688th time I’ve done this.
I wonder how many more times I’ll write one of these?
Every time I have a thought like that last one, above, I think of time running out.
The time between my finishing that last sentence and starting this one = approximately two minutes.
Swarn Gill, who has commented on this blog many times and who has not visited for some time (I think the last time was here), often thinks and writes about time. I haven’t visited his blog for some time, either, but I just took the time to do that.
I wish I had more time to visit Swarn’s excellent blog and other ones here, too.
In the time I spend as an individual and group therapist, I invite people to give less time to guilt and shame. Many times, I’ve told people “You’re doing the best you can.” However, I continue to spend time having those feelings (although less time than I used to).
This reminds me that when I spent time yesterday writing a blog post, I did not include any time for music. I’m making up for that, today, times two.
That’s the second time I’ve referred to that tune in my posts.
I’m going to include this next “Time” song two times.
Is there time for you to comment, perhaps telling me your favorite song about time?
Today, I won’t have time to walk to and from work, listening to music, because I need to get to parent-teacher conferences at my son’s high school, on time. The first meeting starts, according to them, at
I wonder what that says about my son Aaron’s school’s concept of time?
Last year, around this time, I spent a lot of time thinking, feeling, and writing about November 22, 1963, the exact time when
- John F. Kennedy was assassinated and
- I got my first heart surgery and cardiac pacemaker, at age 10.
This year, that time will not be out of mind for me. However, I know my experience will be different, this time around.
Each time we go around and over old experiences, we do it differently.
Absolutely, I invite you to take the time to read this post, about that. People tell me, all the time, that “The Ascending Coil” a/k/a “The Spiral” helps them heal and grow. (The last time I heard that was yesterday.)
Yesterday, I was not thinking about writing a post about time, until I heard both “Time Out of Mind” and “No Absolute Time” during the time it took me to walk away from work. Nevertheless, before that time, I took the time to take these photos:
I took the time to snap that last picture when I thought that beloved time-keeper was broken, because that was NOT the correct time. It was the third time, since the time change this month, that clock had stopped.
Not for the first time, I felt fear: was my time with that wonderful clock over and done?
When I got some down time, I was able to make some changes to that clock.
I wonder what time I’ll see on its face when I walk into my office today?
It’s that time, dear readers:
Thanks for taking the time to visit here, today.