I’m super late for Love Thursday. Which is about how I roll. In. Late. Apt to catch the last train when it comes to recognizing the simple truths, the purest ambitions, the truest loves.
But I usually get there. Eventually. Usually. Hopefully. In time.
I’ve been thinking about time lately. Partly because I’ll be attending my 20th high school reunion this weekend. And partly because I watched Benjamin Button last Friday for the first time. And it seems that flashbacks of giant 80s hair combined with a cheesy Brad Pitt movie are powerful tonics to get one thinking about the trajectory of our lives and the characters we are in the stories along the way.
A lot of thinking. And here’s what I figured out that I know.
The older I get, the more I learn, the more I think, the more I realize that my tiny brain in my tiny body that runs through my tiny life is just that. That plus, add in the visuals James pointed out that Robyn from Belgium (who always finds the best stuff!) posted on kirtsy a few weeks ago of a site full of amazing shots of our own universe. Which is relatively tiny. Only enormous. Well, you can see how the mind blows.
And so as I sit here in my tiny-ness, in our tiny-ish universe, in the very grand scheme of things, I worry and fret and rearrange chairs and point fingers and compare everything from apartments to stock portfolios, when really I’m just working to make small things bigger. Because I only have so much time in my small space here.
Of course, on the other hand, as anyone who has ever lived with a newborn discovers, small isn’t insignificant. And it seems in the tiny drops of our lives, there is one significant thing that makes us feel like giants. When we feel love…and when we feel loved…we feel immense, monumental, unstoppable.
And there’s still time for that. For all of us. Even for those of us who are usually running late. So keep the nightlight on.