When we were kids, the grown ups would tell us to enjoy our youth- time flies when you are grown. Isn’t that the truth? In taking a minute to pause and realize, this the end of another year! It started out shaky and turned out very well for our family. A year can hold so much. This is the beginning of another round of days…
Emotionally there were times this year seemed to stand still, painfully stuck. I am grateful for the gift of scrapbooking though, it is a tangible reminder of just how much fun this year held as well.
It is humbling to stop and let it sink in how fast time is going. The older we get, the faster it really does seem to go. Maybe because we are so much more aware of the world around us. 1 year = 525,600 minutes in a year. Were those moments spent worrying? Laughing? Planning? Working? Probably a mixture. This year I want to do less worrying. More playing. Even execute some planning. I want to make the most of those minutes. We aren’t promised another day, enjoy n-o-w.
It is interesting to wonder. Where will we be in a year? The last few days broght a nostalgic twang talking to old friends. Wondering what is would be like to have not moved away. Again, and again.
There is a sting of envy, along with the gratefulness of seeing new places and faces. I couldn’t wait to fly growing up. Now we long to stay somewhere for good.Is this the place we will stay? Will this year bring roots or wings?