Some days, it’s all a blur. How I ended up here. In Romania. How I ended up on the other side of the world. How I’ve had the opportunity to see more countries than many people ever will before my 24th birthday. How I have been overtaken by the LOVE of Jesus. Some days, it’s clear. But most days it’s all a blur.
I often think about concept of “time.” I think about the weirdness of it. I think about how fast it goes. Or how slow, depending. Lately I’ve been asking myself what I’m doing with it.
I ask myself if it’s worth it. Is it worth it to sleep in? Is it worth reading a ton of books to gain knowledge? Have a cup of coffee with a pal? Write a goodbye letter? Go on a run? Sit with my guitar and write melodies that no one will ever hear? Pray for a stranger? What is time? What am I doing with it? What do I want to be doing with it?
I ask myself because I realize the importance of something so tangible, yet so fleeting. I ask myself because it goes so fast and some days I wonder how I ended up here. I ask myself who the people were that walked this road with me in the midst of their own busyness.
I’ve been asking myself what it looks like to be interruptible? I’m on a new journey so I’ll let you know what I find out.
