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Remember five minutes ago, when it was Thanksgiving?


Someone once said that the way you spell love is “T-I-M-E.” You make time for who and what you love. I’m thinking of this as I realize that I’ve spent the entire month of December running around like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off.


I know I’m not the only one in this zoomy zone. It’s not always fun – yes, I realize that it’s self-imposed – but looking at my calendar and my home, it seems that all this frenetic activity serves a purpose: to cull that which we love from that which just isn’t important.


To illustrate: a snapshot of my life recently.


  • Saturday and Sunday mornings: Jingle Bell Balloon Rally
  • Saturday afternoon: Eight-mile run in the foothills
  • Saturday evening: Dinner & movie with a wonderful friend, who graciously made sure I didn’t fall asleep during The Hobbit
  • Sunday afternoon & evening: 2012 Festival of Baking with my friends Tara and Randy [our yield this year: peanut butter blossoms; fudge; sugar cookies; white chocolate cranberry cookies; peanut butter chocolate balls; chocolate crinkle cookies; and a peppermint brownie tart. GLORIOUS.]
  • Monday morning: Up at 4:15 a.m. to run before work, in anticipation of dinner with another wonderful friend that evening


And so on. Do I love all of these? Yes. But the pace kind of makes me want to stop, drop and do a spontaneous Peaceful Warrior yoga pose.


Looking around my apartment, now, makes me want to just laugh. Do I have Christmas decorations up? Heck yeah! Have I done laundry recently? Nope! Do I have clothes from pre-dawn wake-up calls scattered evvvvverywhere? Yep! Do I care? Nope!


See what I mean about the hustle and bustle serving a purpose?


Stepping back to take note of the things I apparently love – the things I make t-i-m-e for – brings to light one of the things I really and truly appreciate most of all: the discipline to hit the brakes. I say “discipline” because sometimes it’s really friggin’ hard.


I’m the kind of person that, when I’ve established a schedule of things that “need” to get done, I am determined to stick to it. Militantly. And things do get done, and I feel efficient and proud of myself. But you know what else happens? I start losing my mind. And I get too tired to enjoy much of anything. Hence: hitting the brakes. This can mean sitting down to just listen to holiday music on the radio, or watching a movie without multi-tasking, or driving around to look at Christmas lights.


I’ve learned to appreciate all of these, and I encourage all you other hustle-and-bustlers to do the same. Want to strike a spontaneous Peaceful Warrior pose? Do it!  Want to just stop washing that baking sheet and have some cocoa with a splash or three of Captain Morgan? Do it! It will save your sanity.


Soon I’ll be heading East for Christmas with my family. There won’t be a schedule. There won’t be alarm clocks. I’ll probably lose track of what day it is.


Funny, when you’re surrounded by ones you love, how that whole t-i-m-e thing becomes just a natural rhythm you don’t even notice.


Merry Christmas, everyone!


Festival of Baking
Festival of Baking

2 thoughts on “T-I-M-E

  1. I’ve been feeling the exact same way lately. Running around like the headless chicken, doing stuff I love and life is good–but so friggin tired I want to drop. I need to put the brakes on too. Time to develop Fred Flintstone feet and stop the car.

    Have a happy and PEACEFUL holiday. 🙂

  2. I love reading your blogs,don’t ever stop writing, you are gifted! Have a wonderful time back home with all the family! Merry Christmas!

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