time

I often feel as if I am rushing towards the finish line, only to find that the end is forever moving. I get caught in the hustle and bustle, and every day moves faster than the last. Love and laughter gets swept up in the chaos, and I find that all the most sacred and cherished pieces of my life have been temporarily neglected. It's so easy to let it fall, when you have to keep moving at all costs. Another term has passed me, what did I learn? I still push deadlines like they are suggestions rather than expectations. I still let my lion out and put the weight of my stress on your shoulders. I still have yet to scrub the base boards, or dust the ceiling fan. but I have time again. With time, comes the decluttering. All of the piles, all of the feelings that have been left to sit. It all sweeps over me, catching up after months of playing cat and mouse. It's never enough, and I'll only just make a dent in the boxes I've got piled in the storage of my mind. I suppose I'll find comfort with any time at all, and begin working away anyways. And you can help me carry the heavy ones, if you want - and we can work through them as a team. And I can look forward to not doing it on my own all the time. I can trust that the contents are safe with you, that I can let go of the control I've been forced to hold for so long. And all of a sudden, time is only a part of what we're doing, it's not what is being done - and what we can do together will maybe change how I've framed it all this time. Maybe, it isn't so heavy when you can share some of the load. and time is on our side, this round.