I have been miserably lacking in the blogging department myself. I think about it a lot (I really d
o). And I come up with ideas on what I will blog about, but somehow, at the end of the day, I don’t do it as often as I should. So, in light of that, I’m going to combine that thought and initiative with another one that has been haunting me for the last couple of days.
Forgive me, because my blogs will never be about the latest technology, deep political discussions (I get into enough trouble with those in my own office!), or anything too specific. My blogs are more sharing what it’s like for me juggling all that goes on here at KGBTexas, along with every other aspect of life.
I know there are a lot more people who share these struggles than the struggles of coping with emerging social media technology. That’s important, too, but I have an entire agency full of geniuses that know more about that than 10 of me put together.
So, back to time. We never have enough of it. Ever. And I am always caught in the trap of guilt if I’m not somehow doing five things at once and maximizing every single minute. (Is blogging somehow billable??)
So, the other day, I was in San Marcos for a client and there was a funeral that was that day in Austin. I wanted to go. I wanted to be there for the family. I wanted to be there for my friend who had the unimaginable task of burying his young son. But I was afraid that it was going to put me away from the office for too much of the day.
And then I realized something that hit me hard. That family didn’t have time for their son to die either. It wasn’t “convenient.” It wasn’t planned. It just tragically happened. And they never had a chance to stop the time and make the time and turn back time.
So I went to the funeral and was moved beyond words. For an hour and a half, an entire congregation knew no time. No deadlines, no meetings, no responsibilities other than leaning on one another to somehow bear the grief. Hundreds of people brought together by a life that was too short. And I was reminded of how truly important each and every relationship we have in life is to each of us. And how we all say we need to slow down, but yet we strive to always be “busy.”
I slowed down that day. I had lunch with my brother who lives an hour and a half away but I don’t see enough. I read a little longer with the boys that night. I kissed my husband a little longer when we got home from work that day. And he held me a little longer that night when I cried, thankful for another day we were blessed with the lives of our children.
