I can’t believe it’s been months since I was here. I can’t believe we’re in the eighth month of the year. I can’t believe the year is almost up. There are a lot of things I can’t believe, but no one needs me to believe because like it or not, time has passed. Time is passing. We are getting old. The days go by; sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Not much changes from one to the next. Yet we look back and see how so much has changed. How? Why? When did it all happen?
Ever felt like you’re so preoccupied with making it count that you end up wasting time worrying about how you’re not making it count?
Breathe in. Breathe out. Live.