I just....I dunno. It's hard to say much on-line these days. It's like I haven't wanted to add to the noise and clutter(and there is just so much noise and clutter) and I've worried that anything I might say might not be important enough. Somehow right now everything feels like it needs to be important. Why go and post anything if it's not important?
And then this week Amy Krouse Rosenthal died.
I did not know her personally, but for the past few years, she has been a part of my class. I can't imagine starting the school year without this amazing little book:
I miss her as if I knew her in real life, but I guess that's the gift of a truly amazing author--you feel as if you know her just by reading her words on the page. Her passing has stopped me short and made me look up from where my head has been (which has been looking down at all of the stuff I need to do, nose to the grindstone and all that) and notice that somehow we are three months into this new year and I barely remember anything that has happened since it turned 2017. I mean...wha??? How can time move so quickly? It is speeding along and I am not even watching it whiz past. And who even knows when it will all be gone?
Time is a treasure, and I must use mine more wisely.
I must make:
Time to breathe.
Time to observe.
Time to appreciate.
Time to love.
Time to rest.