Time is a funny thing. Time passed. It’s time for dinner. Time flies when we are having fun. Just to name a few.
Time is relative. When I look at the clock to see what time it is, it is a moment in time. This moment, and the next, and the next. During this past COVID year, at times, it has felt that time stood still. Was it Monday, or still Sunday? Was it April, May or September? Most of the time, I had no idea. (Or has my age something to do with that??) Time came and went. One day turned into the next. Time was marked by holidays like Easter, Mother’s Day or somebody’s birthday. It has been the weirdest year of my life. Of all our lives.
The hardest time for me last year was cancelling my trips. I am a traveler at heart. People love following me on Facebook to see where I am going next. According to my Astrology lady, Joann Stoneberg (Intuitive Soul Investigator), it is pretty much in my DNA. During 2020, I had a couple of trips booked to Mexico and a trip to Vancouver, BC, to celebrate a dear friend’s 50th birthday. When the time came to hit delete on these trips, it felt like my heart was being ripped out.
What else did I spend time on? Working from home, going from in person events to online, hanging out with my family and more work. Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful that I have work and a flourishing event management company. 2020 became 2021 and nothing much has changed. Today (April 6th), we heard that they are shutting down a whole bunch of stuff again as the third wave is on its way. The two weeks that we were told initially when COVID first broke out, has been the longest two weeks of my life. It feels more like a year … I am currently writing this during my time with my writing circle buddies (mariemaccagno.com). The timer was set for ten minutes. Why is it not going off? The ten minutes seem to last forever! Oh wait a minute; that would be COVID. That’s what feels like it’s lasting forever.
Time moves on. One day, one moment at a time. Time will heal all our wounds. Or will it? Time will tell.