My daughter told me about the term “Time Poverty.” Definition: time is a limited commodity for everyone. The rich, the poor, and almost everyone in between can be over scheduled and overtired. I would say that sometimes we are aware of it and sometimes we aren’t. The holidays are coming up and there is always a lot of pressure to go here, do this, get presents, etc. I’ve been thinking a lot about this and realized how much I value being with people, having more one-on-one conversations, intimate gatherings vs. big parties, and exchanging positive energy. Gifts are awesome and I love giving as much as receiving, but what I really want is to know I shared a moment with someone that is special in my life. Maybe we shared a few laughs and even cried a bit over loss and regret. In the end, I hope they know how much they mean to me and that gift stays with them.
One of the poems in my new book, The End of the Beginning (now available on Amazon), was for a dear friend who has since passed. She had a beautiful spirit and would do anything to help family and friends. I regret not spending more quality time with her, but life just gets away from me sometimes.
Excerpt from the poem For Kris:
“As the sun fell and we let go,
it was with a promise,
that if never-together-again
it wouldn’t matter.
Even one day like this
is a victory over sadness.”
My goal for the holiday season (and beyond) is to spend time where it matters to me and with those that I care about. And not eat too much pumpkin pie. 😁
Let’s chat soon.
With affection,
Carrie VS