Oh, time, time, time… you tricky rascal. How is it that getting from morning to lunch takes forever, yet the birthdays just fly by me? How is it that my kids are so big?
I honestly can’t seem to get a handle on this time thing. Since becoming a mom, people have told me to make time for myself. Out of what, exactly, I don’t know, but I would guess it is like crafting or cooking. If I can get the right supplies or ingredients perhaps then I can whip up a batch of time. Until then, though, I will just keep on pushing, squeezing and cramming so much into my day that it might in fact burst.
This month we share with you stories about TIME. The moments where you said “it's time”. The ways time flies or crawls or stops. And how TIME shaped you.