I've been thinking a lot about time lately.
Maybe because I bought a clock.
Maybe because I feel as though I'm wasting it.
Maybe because I HAVEN'T POSTED SINCE LAST MONTH!
This is a tale of time and tide.
IT STARTED WITH A CLOCK...
Last year I went to the mall to buy some tickets for a play.
Now most of you know that it's nearly impossible to pick up just one thing at the mall, so while wondering around, I saw this beautiful clock on display.
I have walked by this store many times but never ever wanted to go in.
Things were different that day.
Lured by the timepiece, I ventured in.
Inside was a beautiful array of knick-knacks from all over the world.
Including that clock...
I wanted it...
But, I didn't need a clock, so I left.
The clock dominated my thoughts over the next week.
I imagined all the beautiful flat-lays I could create with it.
I mentally re-designed my room with the clock as a centre-piece.
I googled it to find a cheaper version.
I looked it up on Pinterest.
Nothing I found compared to that clock.
So I made up my mind to go get it.
THAT NIGHT MY GRANNY GOT SICK...
My aunt called to say that my beloved Gran-Gran was poorly responsive. I told them to call the ambulance and rushed down to hospital to see her.
My mum, uncle and I spent the night at the hospital waiting to see what was wrong with my Gran.
It hurt to see her this way.
My Grandmother was usually a force to be reckoned with.
She was nicknamed "The Pope" by my uncles and cousins.
And like her namesake, she ruled her family with a strength and a regality befitting of a queen.
But over the last 3 years that strength faded.
I was worried that her time left was short.
So, I bought the clock.
As I unwrapped it and stared at it, I thought about my days.
About the many seconds, minutes, hours I spent at work.
About the time I spent on me vs time spent on others.
Others who didn't appreciate me or my precious time.
Was I where want to be at this point?
Was I happy?
I went to my favourite place to think: the beach.
I sat there for an hour and watched the waves.
The tide came in.
And I went home.
The answer was clear.
Time was indeed running out.
Just not for my Granny.
It was running out, for ME.