Life can be somewhat overwhelming at times.
Who am I kidding… most of the time.
Recently (as in as of yesterday afternoon) I’ve suddenly found myself with a lot of extra time on my hands. This isn’t something that I am accustomed to. Life for me is usually hectic, dynamic, and constantly being on the go with a gazillion things to do or be done. This has been especially true over the last year, because yesterday marked the one year anniversary of my acceptance of a new position at work. It’s ironic really, in ways you could only imagine (at least for now).
One of the things that I discovered this past year (June to be exact) is Project Semicolon. One of the reasons why I think I gravitated to this was because of it’s use of the semicolon punctuation mark as it’s symbol. A semicolon is used by writers (of which I aspire to be one day) to create a pause in a sentence; then they continue on because the story isn’t over just yet.
Over the last year, and more so the last few months, I’ve had to remind myself to pause quite often. Although brief and often too short, these pauses would allow me to remind myself that the moment was just that… a moment. Someone once asked me why it is that I always title my September 11 posts with the number of minutes (this year’s post was 7,362,720 minutes) since the South Tower had fallen. I do that as a reminder to myself that I have had that number of extra minutes on earth to do whatever it is I’m doing. I don’t really like wasting moments, because I am someone who truly understands the fragility of life, but taking those moments to pause are not a waste from my perspective.
They are a necessity to remember what is truly important.
They serve as a reminder of what really matters most.
They act as a perspective recalibrator to refocus your heart and soul.
They allow you to recognize that your story isn’t over.
Neither is mine… of this I can assure you.