Time Flies

It's been a busy month. We just returned from a trip out west to attend my grandson's graduation from ASU and a side trip to California to visit all our people out in Ramona. I will be returning to Arizona again early next week for my granddaughter's graduation.

I woke up this morning and realized that I hadn't written a blog for May. My, how time flies!

I thought a bit more about time flying as I enjoyed my morning coffee, and began recalling the research on time I did while writing my novel, The Five Watches. Perhaps I find myself thinking more about time now that I'm older, or maybe I just think about time differently than when I was younger.

When we're young, time often seems to drag. When we're bored, it feels like time stands still. The clock has stopped. Many things seem like a waste of time, and we might feel like we have time to spare, time to kill - extra time.

Now, I think time is the most valuable thing we have. Time is precious. Time is money, as they say. The mere fact that we are alive and imbued with the capacity to contemplate time, the universe, and our place in it, is nothing short of a miracle. If we did not exist, time would be irrelevant.

I often lose track of time. I mean, just look at the time. Where has the time gone? There was once upon a time when I thought I could accomplish anything, and I remember many times that I enjoyed successes and a good time. There were also bad times, bad timing, times I'd rather forget. I regret certain times that I shall never get back, but I always hoped time was on my side.

Yes, time flies - at least for me. I value my time, and I try to live every moment of every day. My mother taught me to do that. I plan to make the best of the time I have left.