My boyfriend took his Christmas tree down today. Yeah, no joke, today. As in the last day of February. He told me on the phone this afternoon, quite casually in fact. Our conversation went something like this.
A: “Oh just doing a little cleaning… took down the tree, caught up on laundry… you know, boring house stuff.”
Me: “I’m sorry sweetie I’m not following you. You took down the tree? I didn’t know you had any yard work…”
A: “No the Christmas tree. I boxed it back up.”
Me: “You took down your Christmas tree today!? You must be joking.”
A: “Yeah, well I really like Christmas. You know that.”
Me: “Do you remember, we put it up in early November so your parents would see it when they visited for Thanksgiving? That was almost 4 months ago! Sweetie, that is almost 1/3 of the year! You had a Christmas tree up for 1/3 of the YEAR!!”
Then I proceeded to laugh myself to death and pee my pants a little.
All in all it really got me thinking about time. Time really is a funny thing. When we are younger time drags on and on. I remember transitioning from kindergarten… to first grade… to second grade.. each year seemed like a life time. Even in high school, freshman year to senior year felt like 10 years to me! Maybe it’s because in my limited scope so much happened in those precious years. But nowadays time is a flying. Sometimes I feel like A and I just started dating… in actuality it will be a year this summer. Sometimes I feel like I just graduated high school. In actuality my 10 year reunion is right around the corner. Sometimes I feel like I am still a “kid” trying to figure my life out. In actuality I’ll be 27 in two weeks… not so much a kid anymore to be frank with myself. Holy cow things are flying by fast. I feel like I am gracefully accepting the whole aging thing but there are days when I want to go back to pigtails and playgrounds.
I think this is a pretty cool poem about the value of time.
To realize the value of one year, ask a student who has failed a final exam. To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute, ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize the value of one second, ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond, ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Time waits for no one.
More than anything, time is precious. Savor it. Appreciate it. Love it. Learn from it.
Here’s to a new week–filled with playfulness, pigtails (you can still rock them beautiful), lotsa love and of course, lotsa veggies ~*~