"I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no “brief candle” for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations." --George Bernard ShawMy relationship with time has been evolving. Pockets of it feel rare and precious as gems, ephemeral and fleeting. For that reason, I am choosing to use those pockets on priorities other than blogging. Being outdoors. Running and hiking. Spending time with my husband taking my dog for long walks. Reading, writing in my personal journal, and, when I can, practicing a little bit of yoga before bed.
It would be very easy to say I feel overwhelmingly "busy." But I've come to believe that the feeling of busy-ness is, at heart, a misalignment between how we spend our time and our passions and purpose in life. It's an inability to prioritize, or perhaps an unwillingness to admit the truth of those priorities to others or ourselves.
And the truth is that, yes, I'm being asked to grow and stretch in ways I couldn't have imagined even a couple years ago. But instead of feeling "busy," I feel engaged. Rapt even. Enthralled by the way life seems to expand in direct proportion to how present I'm committed to being in each moment. The torch burns brightly indeed.
All that being said, I look forward to the season when I am once again able to spend time recording my thoughts in this space.