This past weekend was the end of daylight saving time. By no means do I like the early darkness that now starts creeping upon us by late afternoon, but I have decided to look at the “fall back” with a different perspective.
I have often wished to have more hours in a day. I think it is a feeling that most people can relate to. It seems as if there is always so much to do and not enough time in a day to complete tasks.
Maybe if I had an extra hour I would do another load of laundry, dust our neglected ceiling fan, or vacuum my car. I could possibly be more selfish and dive into a book or finally watch one of the Netflix programs that everyone seems to be talking about.
Sadly the latter of the twice a year change of time is the only moment that the extra hour will exist in a day. There is not a chance that a regular day will ever consist of more than 24 hours. Let’s be real, if days magically became 30 hours long, we would continue to fill them to the brim with the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Instead of dreaming of longer days, I believe the key is making the most of the hours that are bestowed upon us. I am not talking about becoming more organized or mastering time management.
Unfortunately over the past two weeks I experienced the feeling of wanting to turn back time, but in a different sense. Recently an old classmate and my uncle have passed away. I have truly been lucky, as I have not had much experience with death. The first funeral I remember attending took place when I was 27 years old. In the 15 years since then, there have only been two others. I am blessed to have my siblings, parents and grandparents.
The past couple of weeks I have found myself regretting that more phone calls and visits were not made and sorry that chaos wasn’t paused long enough to pen a simple letter or in the least sign a card. I feel like these are probably pretty common regrets to struggle with during loss, but I refuse to accept that this is just “the norm.”
If I accept these feelings as the norm, I am just setting myself up to struggle with the same feelings of regret in the future. So instead of looking back with regret, I intend to move ahead with hope. I have hope that my intentions of making people aware of the impact they have left on my life will far surpass the promises I make to myself about healthy eating or immediately folding and putting away laundry.
To some it might be two months too early to be making resolutions, but since we cannot turn back time nor can we foresee what lies ahead, I think it is only fair that my promises to my self and others start now. Charles M. Sheldon once said, “Good resolutions are like babies crying in church; they should be carried out immediately.”
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