Time

Don't we, though? We just fill ourselves up with not now, not ready, there's plenty of time, tomorrow, next week, a little later, just a few more minutes, there's time later, i'll get to it, three more seconds, there's no rush, in two minutes, we'll get to it soon, and i have plenty of time for that.

This isn't about items beyond our control.

It's those pristine drops of truth hanging from our denial, drenching our reality with the knee-jerk reaction to postpone.

Delay. Defer.

Is it our blessing to know that, for so many of us, time coils softly around our existence and affords us the luxury of experience? We bathe lackadaisically in our presumption of endless days and hours to get to it, put it off, talk about it later, or avoid it altogether? Is it some mandatory wound--a necessary jab-- for our hubris to take a hit when mortality calls?

Time isn't guaranteed. The last grain swirls down the hourglass, and it's done.

2013 is on the precipice of now. All I can ask for is the privilege of moments with meaning this year.

Fingers intertwined.

Scent of cologne.

Arms encircled.

Moms and dads.

Three lovely sisters' faces.

The smiles of friends.

Snuggles with gus.

Sticking to a plan.

Being kind to yourself. <3

Be empowered by the choice of your surrounding company. What a simple way to make the most of the time that is at present.