I’m celebrating taking time. Life can be a rat race. We can get all caught up in the things that must-be-done. We can run ourselves ragged trying to keep up. We can crush our spirits under the weight of things that we didn’t have time to do.

I’m learning how to slow down. This seems a little ridiculous to me, but it is the truth. Somewhere between savoring the moments and documenting the celebrations, I became hurry-scurry and controlling.

I’m learning to make time is a lie. We cannot make time. We’ve been given 24 hours each day. We have been created to sleep and eat and rest and play and work and love during each 24 hour cycle. Neither of these designs are a mistake. 

The human mistake is believing things like rest and play and sleep and love are not essential. These things are just as important (or perhaps even more important) than work and cleaning and appointments.

I’m thieving. I’m stealing. I’m swiping. And I’m celebrating!

We went for walks and lingered on the abandoned bridge. We tossed sticks into the creek. We jumped in leaves. We carved pumpkins. We watched a movie and snuggled on the couch. I went to bed early. I cooked from scratch and chopped broccoli.  We played Uno after dinner. We sat and talked with one another and with friends who dropped by for unexpected visits. I went with a friend to a doctor’s appointment. I talked to another friend on the phone for over 40 minutes, processing some news. I made apple crisp. We kept up with the laundry and the dishes, making them times to talk instead of tasks to rush. I drank a cup of tea (and another) at my parent’s kitchen table. I wrote two old-fashioned letters and dropped them in the mail. 

I will never be able to make time.
I will always be able to take time.
I think this is a mighty act of love.
Here’s to being a time thief. I hope you will join me and together we can be a band of bandits — bravely taking time and celebrating.

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