Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on pass.
I just have to get to the end of...
this budget cycle
Until it hits me, and it's always a hard hit,
I am watching my entire life pass me by.
I am just wishing it away.
It's happening less frequently now, I am much more aware.
As soon as I hear the words escaping I immediately take them back.
Because, this is my life.
These are our days, weeks and months.
This is what it all looks like.
The glorious, the gorgeous, the worried, the exhaustion, the work, the piles, the to dos.
This, all of this life, is ours
and I will no longer be a passerby.
No longer will I say "pass" to their request for my time, my attention, my motherhood.
No longer will we pass by a fun activity and I hope you didn't see it.
I want to be a part of this life, with each and every single one of you.
I want to be a part of this life, with you.