Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
I have been reading the Hunger Game series by Suzanne Collins. In Catching Fire one of the characters continually says, "Tick Tock!" (I won't give away the secret).
Tick tock, tick tock. Sometimes this is how life feels, ticking away out of my control terrifying me and laughing at me at the same time. The movement of the clock is inevitable. And, yes, I am more reflective about time as each birthday passes.
Tick tock, tick tock! How well I remember my mother challenging me to spend my time well, not just moaning about "nothing to do!" There was always something to do - read, take a walk, work in the garden, bike ride, roller skate, play cards, clean my room... her ideas were endless and often threatening to put me to work if I couldn't find something productive in which to engage. I know I frustrated my mother when young but she hung in there and taught me how precious time really is, not to be wasted with a poor attitude. Time can be memory.
Tick tock, tick tock! "Retirement" presents one with a new view of time. Time becomes a space to fill by one's choices. When planning for retirement our Pension Plan training challenged us to think about so many possibilities - where to live, how to spend our time, what church would be attend, how were we to volunteer, what would our play be... the possibilities are endless. But, once again, I was encouraged to pre-plan so that my time was not to be wasted. Thoughts of my mother re-emerged.
These thoughts bring me back to the bedroom clock that projects the time in large red numbers on the ceiling. Often I lie in bed watching the time blink away... tick tock... loading my head with thoughts of "all the possibilities" rather than "nothing to do" script.
Life is good. Life has soooo many possibilities!