Tuesday, 26 November 2013
So its been a while since my last post.... the sands of time just seem to be slipping through my hands at the moment...
The year is drawing to a close and the days are now short. I go to work in the dark, look out of the office window at the sun skimming the horizon over frost filled fields before it dips away out of reach. Then it’s back into the queue’s of traffic, brake lights as far as the eye can see crawling at a snail’s pace in the most congested city in the UK (according to a recent report by Tom Tom). Frustration grows as the sands keep slipping through my fingers sat in the queue watching the clock pronounce that another twenty minutes have slipped by and I'm only twenty yards closer to home...
The Christmas rush has started. Presents have to be bought, the Christmas festivities planned, food shopping done. At work it’s our busiest time of the year, orders have to be fulfilled and everyone wants their orders delivered yesterday.
Everything seems to be moving at 110 miles an hour until it becomes a blur and before you know it the day has gone, the week has passed and it’s Sunday evening. Time to do it all over again.
It’s easy to get caught up in the daily do. We all just accept this hum drum brake speed existence as the norm. But as a cancer survivor who has stared into the void the one thing you hold dear are those few moments snatched with those you hold dear, those tender moments that get easily missed and taken for granted. Helping the kids with their homework, a walk in the park, a cuddle on the sofa in front of the ‘tele.
I know a number of people who are currently staring into the void. Uncertain of what lies ahead in the darkness. Just months ago living the brake speed existence without a care charging around at 110 miles an hour until a consultant in a outpatients clinic somewhere slammed the brakes on and brought them and their families to a dead stop.
So I guess my message is this; yes we all lead busy lives and race round at 110 miles an hour, even more so as the festive season approaches. But please take time to stop, if just for a moment and savour those golden moments because once the sand has slipped through your fingers you simply can’t get it back.