Where does the time go?

[Guest guest]

Dear All:

 

I'm still perplexed by not knowing where my time goes in the morning before

going to work. I love the morning...and could list and few handfulls of things

that bring me joy as the dawn is breaking. But there seems not to be enough

time. I cannot wait until the sun rises that much earlier and I can be outside

as the morning star fades and the sun breaks over the horizon. Spring, Spring,

Spring!

 

I was shaking my head in wonderment of where does my time go, just as I was

caught my a text message asking for my assistance with letting the dogs out at

my ex's. How can I, I thought...I will be late for my meeting. But I did, and

before long I was in the backyard with a shovel in hand and digging up some mint

and Stevia. The unattended garden is overflowing. (I have permission to dig in

the garden...so no worries I don't just go into people's yards and dig up their

plants).

 

I brushed off the dirt from my blouse and dress pants, and with the Splenda

plant craddled like a baby in the blanket from my car, and the mint stuffed into

a water bottle, I rushed up the stairs of my workplace. I giggled to myself as I

tucked the plant babies into the corner of my office, and ran to the meeting

room.

 

How on earth did I make it on time-it doesn't seem possible. Seriously, how can

it be possible I thought while picking the dirt out from underneath my nails.

 

Where does my time go, I wonder?

 

Love:

~Danielle