Time is our Story
When I was young around the age of 11 - 12, I dreamt of being older. I so badly wanted to be a teenager because it sounded so much more exciting than where I was. I thought I would even be pretty by then and boys would start to notice me. It was an awkward time. A very awkward time.
I wanted to be able to play in teenage sports with the older kids (boys!), but I was too young. I would stare at the pictures in my Teen and Seventeen magazines and dream of being older so I could experience new and fun things…makeup, clothes and of course boys. I felt invisible.
I wanted time to fast forward.
I was always looking ahead thinking it was going to be better, easier, and more fun. Carpe diem (seize the day) was not in my vocabulary.
But…
Now that I am older, I wish I could go back and tell that young girl to be patient. To take in all there is about life and learn as much as you can. Not to waste any of it or even dare think it was a waste. That it is ok to be awkward. It is part of living. It is part of who we are and what we have become. The good and not so good about us.
I wish now that time would slow down. As the years move on, I have realized that life is precious, and time is our special tale to tell. Our time is our story.
We are each unique beings with a storyline. Special stories. Our stories. Experiences that have shaped us and at times slapped us in the face. You never know when someone needs to hear your story. Even one person touched is a thousand lives lived.
It is time to make up for lost time. To rewrite the drafts of our lives until the final act. To dig deep and ask those hard questions – what do I want to do with my life that will make an impact? What would a truly well lived life look like for me? You still have time, trust me. It is not too late. It is never too late.
So, grab your pen and notebook (or laptop) and start writing.
Rise…Dare to Soar.