Five Minutes Is All I Have

This little man is five months old today.

Time is so fickle. It is a horrendous flirt that makes you feel like five months has been so much and also so little. Always thinking you have it and you need it.

In the midst of the foreplay, it is so simple to miss the little things, the quiet important moments, the good habits, the things that you never regret.

Time teases and caresses and says, “There is always so much more of me.”

Until there isn’t.

I have to admit, the last five years I have been falling for the sandkeepers siren song. Thinking I would always have more time.

Among many other things, I have been claiming that someday I would have more time to write.

And somewhere in waiting for more time, I lost my voice to lost time. I blinked and entered a new decade and a new phase of life.

This last year has taught me a lot about being patient, about treasuring time, and about getting things done today.

It’s also taught me a lot about taking the small steps. About solving for now. About being content in what I am able to accomplish today rather than procrastinating in hopes of a grand finale.

So how does one find more time in the throes of a five month old child, a sixteen year marriage, a vibrant community lifestyle, a full time job, and a lifelong journey of faith?

5 minutes at a time.

Because that is all I have.

Adventure on.