Eleven pm comes every day much too quickly, but not quickly enough all at the same time. The phenomenon is sort of a strange one.  Some days feel like they will never end, and then it’s the late evening and I wonder how on earth it got here so fast.  It’s the vacuum of time–it sucks our days away from us before we even know what hits us.  I often fall into the is this day over? trap, and then I take a look at the canister of the contents of my day and wonder how on earth I wished away all that precious time.  We’ve jammed packed our days so full that we’re in and out and doing the crazy man’s shuffle–even if I tried to savor the minutes instead of sometimes wishing them away, I think it would be near impossible.  They tell you to slow down, smell the flowers, embrace the present!  But they tell you to get involved, be someone to somebody, use your gifts!, minister and serve, spend quality time with your kids!  Spend quality time with your husband!  Keep things clean to avoid sickness but for goodness sake don’t clean and spend time with your children instead!  I do the shuffle all day long.  Seriously.  The, oh but if I just sit down for five minutes I could get two more emails out–and if I just let him play the iPad for thirty minutes I could edit x number of images.  I should really just take a step away and play guys with him instead.  I should really give him a bath instead.  Or read him a book.  Or practice his spelling words.  Take a walk.  Go get coffee.  Visit a friend.

Life is confusing.  And figuring out where to spend the time on any given day makes my head spin.  Before I know it, tomorrow is here.  And what have I shown for my today?