Time is a quirky thing.  Over the years, we learn that time heals many wounds.  It also goes fast when you’re having fun; conversely, it drags when you’re bored (or waiting for something important).  The concept of time matters little when you’re on vacation, but a tenth of a second makes all the difference in the world when you’re competing in a marathon.

We are advised to spend our time wisely because it can only be used once.  We become busy, lose track of time or just don’t have the time to spare.  Or perhaps you are one of the lucky ones who “has more time than money.”  Time is money.

Sometimes you’re simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

An acquaintance of mine recently learned a middle school friend still loves her all these years later.  Neither time nor distance has diminished or erased her childhood friend’s feelings.   Another woman I know reconnected with a man she’d met and lost track of nearly two decades earlier and discovered they now share a mutual love.  Unfortunately for them, time has become the longest distance between two places.

With time, we’re all created equally.  But I’m a firm believer that it’s never too late … in other words, it’s always the write time: to make a decision, to instigate change, to rekindle a relationship, to learn something new, to figure out what you want to do when you grow up, to start over, to keep the faith that Someday is close enough to touch.  After all, time waits for no man — or woman.  What is it time for you to do?  ~ cs


Always the write time to: live the life I was created for.  It’s time to add #2 to my list of dreams.