Time is like Water

I have, for so much of my life, been obsessed with time. I think I always knew this, but it really became obvious to me when my therapist asked me once, years ago, why I kept looking at the clock in our session?

I wasn't bored - far from it. She was saving me from myself, and I valued our sessions. So, why, then, was I always watching the time?

My best guess, even now, and even as I continue to think about Time, is how I feel, with every passing minute, that I am losing opportunities, that life is passing me by.

Years of growth, and meditation practice, have taken the edge off my time-obsession. I no longer dread its passing or feel I am in competition with Time, like I've got to beat the clock, get somewhere do something meet someone become something, before I die.

But being at peace, living in the moment, doesn't mean that I still don't sometimes think about time. And I realize how very fluid it is. How quickly and seamlessly is shifts, sifts, and dissolves, flowing like water through my fingers and back into some huge, timeless ocean of time.

All that drivel to say - my summer has been quiet and uneventful. I actually haven't been doing much, other than procrastinating. And yet, time has, again, slipped by.

I am not, as I might have been in the past, stressed about this. I'm going with the flow!