No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
September. Another year finds itself in its sunset and I can’t help but question where all the time has gone. So much planning, so many goals and wants, and it’s all come and gone in a flash. I’m now that much closer to having my first child in high school, that much closer to him making his way in the world. Cliché, sure, but it really is a bittersweet thing. I’m glad of who these three are growing to be and blessed to have the impact I have in steering them as best I can. I know, I’m getting ahead of myself. There are still a few years left. Understood. But, when I think back to the time that’s passed since covid hit, I don’t know about you, but it all seems like a blur. That’s pretty much the same amount of time as what we’ve got left. I don’t want these next years to have that same hazy film.
And, so, this is a little shorty post. My parents and nephew were in town for the weekend helping to deliver some goods for a fund raiser next week, as well as just spending some time together. It’s been nice and, frankly, I don’t want to just vanish off into our separate hovels to let the time slide by. There’s more I want to do with these kiddos now that my parents are gone, so that’s what I’m going to do. Build us some memories.
Yes, there’s a near infinite number of things left to do. But, there always will be. Ambitions can be limitless, but time isn’t. All we can do is make it count where it matters most.
I hope you’ve all had a blessed week, Dwellers, and continue to have another next time. With any luck, discipline, and grace, next week we can have a little chat about the new and improved direction of Residuum. Until then – may your time bring joy and memories to those around you.
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