time by spapax |

It was 9 in the morning and I was scurrying around the dresser to get dressed for mass. I looked through the jumble of bracelets and rings and necklace for a hair clip I can put on my hair.

I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering how I had ever allowed myself to take less effort in fixing myself up. I sighed and looked at the bottle of face moisturizer my sister convinced me to buy last week. It reminded me of baby steps I committed myself to to taking care of myself.

I glanced back at all these accessories, and I found my A. Klein watch working its hand around, beneath the little glass surface, from which I saw it stopped moving months ago. I had planned to take it to the shop to have it fixed, but I never got around to. I've been uninspired to doing things I needed to do for too long. Bad company can make you do that.

I had to take a second look. "It can't be. Did it magically fix itself?"

I looked at it for a full minute and I had to tell myself over and over that yes, it is moving. It is working again, I had to convince myself this very moment was not fooling my eyes, unlike all recent events that took place in my life. It was not a lie. It was real.

I began to smile. I began to think about all the people around me who love me, and who would love to see me look at myself in the mirror, and say, "Yes, you are enough. You are loved. And you are worth it."

Time was ticking. I had to hurry!

I checked the house, made sure all doors were locked, went to the studio altar to say a little prayer before leaving, and headed out.

As I placed my hand on the steering wheel, and turned the radio on, a reassuring song plays: "Ooh child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child, things are gonna get brighter."

I smiled again. You've always got my back. Yours is the only hand I'd rather fall back to when things go wrong, and grasp to take me back up again. 

I looked as the digital clock on the dashboard turn into the next second. It has never stopped. 

Life goes on. 

We move forward.

I looked faithfully ahead---a new road to forever. 



Coming home.


SERVE LIFE FORWARD: Travel meaningfully, Live joyfully.