Well Hello World,

Yet another morning in which with the first stir in my slumber, my heart switch flicked to "On", which powered the fluttering to the speed of a bee's wings...which, if you have any interest in science, they flutter at an immeasurable frequency. Feeling like a shot of adrenaline was stuck right to the core of my being, my heart. The cause? That's not important. As the Word says...the heart, after all, is to ABOVE all things, be guarded as a wellspring of life. But one thing this heart can disclose is it is in a one-on-one boxing match...with Time.

Yes, that T word. Time. I have come to love it, hate it, admire it and scoff at it...all at once. I am in a jab fest in the fighting ring with Time. Some days I win Rounds 1 through 4 and accomplish more than my daily "To Do" list asks for...I smirk and say "HA! You had nothing on me today, Time." And other days I'm down for the count. Some days Time sprints past me as I wheeze to catch his heels. Other periods of life, Time and Waiting form a covalent chemical bond and bounce around with making what seems to be no progress. As I try to rip them apart in impatience, desiring to toss Waiting into the swallowing black hole...they instead weld together, laughing and mocking me.

So to you Time...why do you put up such a fight? I jab, I cross, I bob-weave...but in the end, you have the victorious swing of steel.

Love,
Struggling Boxer in Round 4