I have one of those overactive minds. You know the kind? The type that wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thinking about every single detail you couldn’t remember the night before.
Like this morning, my internal clock went off and I didn't want to wake up. I flipped over and persuaded my mind that it wasn’t time. But as I forced my eyes shut, my brain started planning. My body was tired but my mind was wide awake.
So I got up and went about my day. But I couldn't help think about certain things.
I feel like we’ve been snagged in a time warp. Another summer is coming to a close and the nights, for some reason, feel humid and hot, yet a little different. It's like we're in-between seasonal phases where the days are changing, from summer to fall, but we're not quite there yet.
Last night, major storms hit the area. As I walked my dog early this morning, I couldn't help but smile. The cool, windy breeze that had arrived with the rains, hit my face. It felt like a sweet, Texas fall morning.
Football has started. Fall is around the corner. And Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.
Funny how—TIME—something that is so insignificant to many people, quickly rears its head, full-circle. It has a way of humbling you as you age. You realize how much nonsense you’ve wasted "your time" on and all you really want to do, from this point forward, is to get it right.
William Shakespeare once said, "Time is very slow for those who wait. Very fast for those who are scared. Very long for those who lament. Very short for those who celebrate. But for those who love, time is eternal."
TIME IS BEAUTIFUL and being happy is a very personal thing, love them both.