Where does time go?

Summer is ending yet again. How many summers have I missed? How many times have I said I don’t have time to walk along the beach at sunset, or drive into the cooler rain forest for a BBQ with mates? How many times have I not even noticed the passing of time, until mum calls to tell me I have missed some important family event? There is always something to do, some deadline waiting to cut me off at the pass, some event I need to prepare for in the comings months. Though I have to admit, that since starting my second lifetime I am more in the present and not so tightly wound, however it takes conscious thought.

Yesterday I remembered some words of wisdom from my Chinese grandma, and I walked away from my computer and went hiking in Red Rock Canyon about 30 minutes from home. When nanna reached her mid 80’s the family decided it was time for her to move into a Senior Assisted Living complex; which is a great story in and of itself.  I was consulting to a Silicon Valley IT company at the time and constantly travelling around the world with not a lot of down time in Australia. Finally I made it home and paid Nana a visit.  She took one look at me and asked why I was so pale and tired for someone so young. I apologised for not visiting her sooner and explained that the pressure of work had me flat out.  She looked up at me with her rummy eyes and simply said, ‘When you die, work will keep going.’

Guess she was right, my computer didn’t leave home, the world didn’t implode and I can even say that I managed to get out over the summer 🙂



4 Responses to “Where does time go?”
  1. Peter says:

    Nanna Poon!!!!!! She was a gem.

  2. Bunker says:

    Interesting…I have heard similar phrases, but never had anyone say it to me. On my first job, my dream job as car designer at GM Detroit, the first question I remember being asked was…” are you having fun?” I thought it was strange at the time… designing future cars for GM was a serious competitive job!!! I now know that taking time out is very important and the journey is as important as the end result. Cheers, Bunker

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