Time flies fast. It is fair in the sense that it does not wait for anyone.
I've been practically living in the city in the last three months. My husband and I have (temporarily) moved to the city. Condo living it is, plus a lot of good stuff going on in our respective career. We work from home, too. It could be anytime of the day as long as there is work to do, at least the urgent ones. We follow the sun.
I thought I was used to living life in a fast(er) pace, but time itself, over the course of time, proved to be a very fast fellow. Doing things in a slow pace is a lost art. Today, we do a lot of things differently compared to how we did them years ago. Midlife crisis? No. There is one technique I have learned to embrace - it's called living in the present. It is the humility to admit that one cannot always compete with time, else run the risk of losing the essence of each and every moment. (While emergency cases are a different story all together. )
Today, I finally caught up with myself again and nailed some precious time - holding on to it, hoping it does not run too quickly. I'm blogging random thoughts again while enjoying music...though playing the guitar, too, would have been nicer, along with a glass of good wine to keep me company - exactly how things were not so long ago...but today should be fine, too. It's a period of effortless peace; taking things slow even for a short period of time. Priceless.
It's good to be back 'in the zone.'
