Tick tock, Tick tock

Some days fly by faster than others. Today is one of those days. The morning is a blur. It started with my going through the basic withdrawal symptoms of a caffeine delayed morning. My head hurt. My eyes couldn’t focus. My mood was cranky. I couldn’t even text. I understood with sick clarity what an addict feels like. I couldn’t wait to get my usual venti black, no cream, no sugar, no nothing. Just shoot me up and quick.

It’s already past mid day and I still haven’t blogged, read my Bible, or done my usual rounds of twitter and facebook updates.

I’m telling myself I’m not gonna stress about it, that it will all get done in due time. I still have 3 hours before I have to be anywhere, but the truth is that time is running out.

Time is running out.

Just yesterday I felt like a teenager with my life ahead of me, and already I’m staring in the mirror contemplating what my mid life crisis will be. I could pack it all up and go live in Tahiti, or I could run a marathon. Tahiti sounds far better, plus my knee hurts and my achilles is stiff. Running seems to be for the young.

I got razzed yesterday for complaining about the discomfort of pretty shoes, accused of having crossed that imaginary line of middle age hood, and I wasn’t even born in the 60s!!

Where is my life going and how can I keep up with it?

I don’t mean to be somber, but the clock is ticking, quickly, quickly, and there is still much to be done.

James 4:13-14 says it this way: “Come now, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit – yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.”

Tick tock. Tick tock.

My day is ticking away. My life is ticking away, and there is still much to be done.

Focus. Be intentional. Prioritize. Do the things that matter. Take risks. Jump in the deep end. Don’t look back.

I remind myself of every silly little cliche. Then it smacks me right between the eyes.

Gotta go read my Bible. That’s where it all begins.

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