It never fails, the moment I get all snuggled in my bed for a long winter’s nap, my mind wakes up with creativity. As I lay contemplating whether to get up to jot my thoughts down, I usually continue to remain comfortable and tell myself that I will remember. Who am I kidding? At my age, my remembrance does not stay intact as it once did.
If only I could stay awake and remain creative, continue to listen to podcasts that are of great interest, read the books sitting on my side table, visit a few dear friends that never seem to happen, and the list goes on. There is just not enough time to get things done plus stop and decompress from the work day whether in the office, cleaning the house, church activities.
Make it stop! I want to do all of those things. One day turns into the next very quickly.
The days are disappearing so fast and I feel I will not get everything done before I die. I know it just won’t matter then but today, it does. Do you ever feel this way?