Life On A Timer...

 

Hi!

Sometimes it feels like life is set on a series of timers.

Society pushes us to start them, basically, at birth.

When you roll over, first notice you have hands and feet, sit up, crawl... if these aren't happening before,  or at least by the time those first timers run out, it might be concerning.

Timers for taking turns, timers for screen time, recess, countdowns to bedtime, timers for lights out.

Timers for when fun time is over and it's time to leave... the birthday party, the park, the pool...

Timers for cooking and baking, for competitions, for work deadlines, clocking in, clocking out...

Timers for when you "should" get married, "should" have kids, and the societal pressures those "shoulds" bring... as ludicrous they are.

Timers as to when it becomes acceptable to embrace aging. 

Timers as to what's "appropriate" to wear at a certain age...

Timers on the way you style your hair...

Timers on what are "appropriate" things to do for fun...

Timers, timers, timers...

How about we ditch the timers, maybe with the exception of the cooking and baking ones.

We are people. People are messy. People are flawed. People are perfectly imperfect. None of us belong in boxes. None of us need timers. 

If you feel the need of a some type of measuring stick for life, maybe, instead of worrying how big or fancy your house and cars are, measure instead how much better someone feels after being in your presence. 

If you feel the need for a timer... see if you can pull off 10 significant acts of unreciprocated kindness in a week.

It's okay to be busy, it's necessary at times, but don't let the busy highjack your fun. 

Life is too short. That's one hourglass that is unpredictable, don't waste the sand, play in it. 

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