It’s about time

I’m doing a lot of home renovations these days, and it’s an amazing thing to watch the little things I do add up to actual results. It’s about time.

I’m poking around in the backyard quite a bit, every now and again stopping to notice how the little trees I’ve planted have grown and spread. It’s about time.

I’ve been playing a festival all weekend that I’ve seen grow from a crazy notion to a vibrant and viable event. It’s about time.

It’s about time. It’s TIME that makes these things grow. Sure there’s human effort and energy and faith, but you can’t do anything without time. It’s an odd thing, isn’t it, that you have to spend the one thing you can never have enough of, to achieve anything at all.

And so I conclude that I must come to terms with time. Not just the fact that it’s limited, but the fact that it must be spent. It raises two points that seem interrelated: one, that since time must be spent, I may as well enjoy spending time; two, that I should make that task easier by spending time in ways that I enjoy.

Thankfully, that includes poking away at renovations, planting and tending wee trees, and cheerfully moving through stages, the moments of music in time.

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