It's about time...

It’s about time. That phrase can be interpreted in so many different ways. For me, it’s about the moments that pass that we measure through minutes, hours, days.

There are so many things we want to do in life and it often come down to one thing - having time. So, it’s about time that I start writing this.

Time is a funny thing. My husband recently adopted a new hobby: horology. Yes, that’s a thing, and not at all what I first imagined when I heard him say it. It’s about watches. That tell time.

As my husband has picked up horology, I've come alongside him on the quest. It’s fascinating to me how so many tiny gears and springs can work together in synchronized perfection to separate the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and even phases of the moon. To make sure we know when it’s time. Or do we?

I’ve thought about writing so many times. I’ve thought about starting a blog. But would anybody care? I’ve thought about doing a podcast. Would anyone listen? But it’s about time. Yes, now I mean the sarcastic interpretation that Lizzo sang about so eloquently. It’s about damn time.

We’re going nowhere until we start. Until we escape the pressure of the hands spinning around the dial and understand the watch is an accessory which we own. It does not own us.

Time is a guide for the when, but never the where.