holding time

Yesterday was a great day.

I was looking forward to a Saturday where I could just take the day for “me.” I woke up at 11 (world record!) and spent a few hours in bed, drinking coffee, reading, writing, and listening to Savoir Adore, Daft Punk, Paul Simon, and probably Miley Cyrus. Then I got into a crazy cleaning mode, and swept, scrubbed, and dusted every inch of my apartment. (Feels SO good.)

While I was cleaning my room, I came across my day calendar that I keep in the “miscellaneous” corner with my sneakers, candles, and wine bottles. I keep all the paper days I rip off because they’re intstagram photos (cool gift!), and when I picked up all the old pictures, I strangely realized I was holding every single day since January 1st.

calendar

Days can seem super long, weeks can fly by, and while I can remember celebrating the ball dropping in a carpeted living room with friends in Brooklyn, I can barely remember the resolutions I half-committed to, or what I did the following morning.

In other words, time is a strange thing to feel.

But in that moment yesterday, I saw that huge stack and squeezed them between my palms, realizing how many days had passed by, and how each of those little pieces of paper represented so many moments: moments to choose happiness, to connect with a stranger, to be honest, to make mistakes, to fear, to love. I became optimistically overwhelmed by what I can only pinpoint as “opportunity.”

days

In a weird way, I was holding time in my hand, and hopeful that I made the most of all those days — and all the moments enveloped in them.

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About Laura

marketing director at Possible. formerly at Greatist. Still running, finding zen, and searching for the perfect bloody mary.

Posted on July 21, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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