Time. It is a fickle friend.
Some days I feel as if time stands still.
Usually that happens when I'm bored or mad or doing something I don't want to do.
I remember the clock at school. It was a big, old clock hanging next to a crucifix. I would make up games to try to trick the clock to go faster. I would wait as long as possible before glancing up to see the time. Sometimes big chunks of time would pass, and other times, mere minutes. If I was waiting for Santa or my birthday, the clock would never move.
Today, though, time is flying by. The days melt away. Weeks become months and before I know it, school has started and ended. I look at my 1-year-old nephew as he crawls across the carpet, excited about everything he finds. I wonder where that time went with my own kids.
I used to think time went fast when I was in college, but that is nothing compared to now.
I can't really tell you anything exciting about how I spend my time. Most of it is boring. Most of it is me wishing time away -- "I can't wait until this sports season is done" or "if I can just make it to the weekend ..."
But is that really what I want to remember when I look back over the years?
To borrow from "My List," a Toby Keith song, "There's still more than a few things left I haven't got to yet."
I want to enjoy my time. I want go out and sit in the sun on a beautiful fall day. I want to sleep in, visit my friends from college, watch TV with my family and go to the beach or the mountains, either one will work. I want to try a new restaurant every month and get another dog.
I know, what am I waiting for?
How about you? What are you waiting for?