A busy week leading to a weekend with needed breathing space. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……
I’m mesmerized by the thought that:
‘priorities are what we spend our time on.’
I look back at my week and find myself sorting through activities now past, intentions spoken, a pile of seeming priorities laying wait for me to tend to…left like drift wood on the beach. Will I go back and pick them up?
Maybe I’ll just be moving on to new things…remembering that I have this moment, then the next and next, always fresh and always new for what I deem important or NOT, I suppose.
It’s life. Vast, open, unnamed unless we name it.
Breathing space is clearly a priority and I will fill it well this weekend and consider myself focused and fortunate that I did.
And for a moment perhaps, the army of ‘priorities’ which I carefully name and fill my ‘to do’ list with, need just wait like ready soldiers for their time.
Is that thought then an oxymoron to the whole idea of priorities being what we spend our time on…if I am willy nilly about things I say are important, tardy on tending to them as I say?
I found this intriguing video which somehow fits where I am today. Don’t know the artist, what it means, but well…… I like it.
May your priorities hug and kiss you like sweet lovers, never harsh, just present with a smile.