A Lot More Than I

 

At 10:30 in the morning, I finally got a taste of sweet tea and lemon on my lips. Already this morning I’ve taken myself and our special needs son for a haircut, at the old barber shop next to the Piggly Wiggly. Mr. Bob the owner isn’t as old as me, but he religiously keeps the TV turned on to Fox News. I’d much rather watch Peppy the Pig or Bubble Guppies, but each to their own form of fiction. But my son is used to Mr. Bob and will even speak to him about how he wants his hair or a sports team. So I’ll take my dose of propaganda with a grain of salt, as long as it gets the job done.

It’s funny how people in a barber shop keep tight-lipped to themselves. Old men staring down at their phones like a pack of teenagers. But even teenagers today seem to be bored with all the technology. Collecting vinyl records and reading actual books, more or less like we did as young people. But responsibility keeps us moving like the second hand on a clock. Counting every second, trying to manage our time, all the while time is managing us.  

So as I look out over the bright blue sky from our apartment, I can’t help but think about how efficient we think we’ve become. All the while staring down at the clock and wondering where did the time go. But no one is an island, although we like to think we are. No one lives without communication, even in the silence of their own home.

So take one last look at the clock and let it drift from your mind. Live in the moment and not on the weekly planner, complete the task, then move to the next. Make time for yourself and for those you love the most. It’s good advice, that I wish I’d listen to a lot more than I do.

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