One Minute

One minute to write.  Is there really something to say in one minute?  Can I think of words that would inspire myself or others?  Of course I can.

I stumbled onto a blog called oneminutewriter.blogspot.com.  The opening page really hit home with me.  I have 1,440 minutes a day, so why not write for 1 minute.  So here I am writing for one minute to see what happens and so I can say I did it today.  I like the idea.

Well my one minute is up, so now what?  I guess I could write for another minute.   In one minute I can remind myself, to not get discouraged because I have not posted something on line, or written a series of blogs regularly. I can remember, "it doesn't have to look a certain way."  Maybe  my minutes of writing are not found on my computer, on the internet or a book to hold in your hand, but they have   In one minute I can remind myself how often I have used a minute of writing to touch or reach out to someone. Maybe not as often as I would like, but of ten enough to have made a difference. 

In one minute I have told someone that I love them, cherish them and my life would never be the same.  In one minute I have written a note of encouragement to a friend who was struggling with a problem I have faced myself.  In one minute I have written a note explaining how to make something better.   In one minute I have written a note of comfort to someone in sorrow.  In one minute I have shared a testimony or a belief.  In one minute I have written ideas for a friend to explore in planning a special event.  In one minute I have thanked a friend for a kindness I saw or appreciated.  In one minute I have told someone the good I see in her or something of worth I saw her share.  In one minute I have written down a solution to a problem.  In one minute I have shared the wonder of the universe with a child.  In one minute I have shared a talent.  In one minute I have written a prayer.  In one minute I have written down numerous blessing I am thankful for. 

So today, with one of the minutes of my day,  I will write myself a reminder to "Write One Minute", and post it where I will see it often throughout my day.  Today I will post this and be glad I found this minute.

Time Passes Too Fast

Is it just my age or is time moving swifter than it used to?  I could swear it had only been a few months since I posted.  Now I look and and realize it has been more than 1/2 a year.

 I had such good intentions, and then life changed.  My Sunday writing time became replaced by weekly drives and visits with my grandson.  Evening writing time got lost due to having to work later to make up for time off for therapy, courts and other family obligations that interfere with a regular 8 to 5 schedule.   My relax after work time has become computer game time, and preparing a late dinner for the family, and scripture study with our new home teacher and his wife. (A story in itself.) 

I don't know how it is in your life but Time Passes Too Fast for me.  I am sure it was just yesterday that my granddaughter told me she was expecting, and yet today it is just a few months away and I am pushing her to get her room ready so we can move the baby furniture in.   I thought it was just yesterday that I finished the latest Jelisa story, and when I look it is saved three months ago, but I don't know where the time flew to.   I thought it has only been a few days not a full 2 weeks since I last wrote in my journal, but the dates when I open up the book tell me otherwise.  I was positive it was just yesterday that I was thinking of new ways I could show my value at work and keep my current job...Oh, thank goodness, finally one that really was just yesterday.

One day blurs into another lately.  I flow from one thing to another, just getting this done or that done, and finally reaching the end of the day.  I wake up the next morning, mentally list and review all the things I want or need to get done, and then begin, complete a few here and there, do what I have to, be pleasant and kind, and finally fall into bed, numb my mind with something from the computer, and fall asleep. Before I realize it days and weeks have passed without my marking them off or even making a note of them.  They were here and gone while I breathed my way through them.
So what happened to all those lost days?  Have they truly been lost?  Did time pass too fast for me to use it wisely?  No!  I used those days to increase my testimony and note it in a gratitude journal during sacrament meeting.  Those days contained moments of understanding, compassion, encouragement and listening that increased levels of trust, love and understanding in many relationships.  Sometime during the past few weeks as I watched time pass too fast I created 12 articles that a coworker read, was amazed by the ideas presented, and is impatiently waiting for me to put together the rest of the presentation so she can understand how all this "great stuff" fits together into a marketing plan.  Somewhere in those days I also gained a stronger testimony and a deeper belief in myself and in the possibility of receiving blessings that I feel have been just out of my reach, a someday wish that I have continued to hope for yet put off for the day when I have more time.  Perhaps now, while time passes too fast for me to note it's passing, those dreams are nearer than ever before.

Time does pass too fast for us to keep.  Yet when we capture a moment or two here or there through love, use of our talents or taking a step toward our future it has not passed in vain.  As time passes too fast we are offered a glimpse of a future where time is not noted and we live on doing the everyday things we do best..loving, creating and blessing others in our own unique ways.