I have too many things to post about that I cannot organize them into an actual post, just jump inside my noggin to help me sort things out, okay? :)
This past weekend I was cleaning out clutter and came across a photo albumn from 2001. I did not realize that 2001 was 11 years ago! It does not feel like it has been 11 years since I was thin, trim, & fit, prompting my latest crash diet...that begins this coming Sunday-weeeeeee!
Time. Time has been my theme this week, seems like all the songs on the radio are about time. How time is fleeting, how the lyricist has missed out on good times, how time is useless, how time stands still (name the songs to which I refer and you can have the cookie that I cannot eat come Sunday). I thought about how long it has been since I smoked my last cigarette, taken my last diet pill, thrown up from my last hang over. I also thought about my last first kiss and how I tingled all over, my last pregnancy test, my last slobbery messy full body tackle from my toddler, my last wish as I fell asleep last night that my children are safe and warm in their dreams, and the last feeling of my sweet husband's hand holding mine as he breathed deeply indicating that he was, in fact, safe and warm in his dreams.
I shall never want as long as those three people in my life are safe and happy. I shall cease to exist if they are ever taken from me. They have become my Time.
