Sometimes I wonder about myself. I get into this hamster pattern. I run around and around in circles till I’m exhausted. At the end of the day I hardly have a chance to speak with my husband, we go to bed and get up and go to work without really saying but a few hurried words to each other.
Great, the week-end is here and we have some time. Time for what we ask? Time to get the wash done, change, that darn light bulb that blew out in the middle of our busy week. We might even get to brushing the dogs, if they are lucky.
Our favorite is to watch an hour show of Ghost Whisperer with a bit O Champagne in the evening. On the week-end mornings we sit together and have a morning coffee together and actually talk with each other. Our faith, spiritual matters come up, and our love of family, and of course the pressing matters of getting all that needs to be done for each day.
We both asked this past week-end, “Has life just gotten too fast for us humans in general?” We think so. Do we even have time to know who we are? What do you think?