Time is a constant in everyones lives and continues to move forward whether we like it or not. Our own personal perception of time can change based on events going on in our life. Time seems to move slowly for someone who is in the hospital and eager to go home yet time can seem like it is moving forward too quickly when we are enjoying ourselves and in the moment.
My wonderful son will be 2 and I can't hold onto time fast enough. I often scroll through my pictures and laugh at the wonderful moments that I have had with my family. Sometimes tears fall because these moments are treasured and my heart is full of love and gratefulness. The slow moving days filled with lack of sleep and the struggles of a colicky baby seem to fade. Our pictures and memories spark emotions so raw and true. Time continues to charge on despite our yearning to press pause.
The other day a memory on my Facebook popped up in my notifications. It was a picture from my baby shower and for some reason that picture made me think of one particular moment from that special day. My best friend was helping me curl my hair that morning and during that process she found my first gray hair. I immediately plucked it and put it in a jewelry box to later show my husband. At first I was horrified that I had a gray hair but my mind was put to ease when my wonderful friend reassured me it was not noticeable and there was only 1.
I was 28 years old when I encountered my first gray hair sighting.
Life moved on. I continued my routine of working, running, medical treatments and boot camp. Big life events also took place as well like, giving birth to our child, getting a lung exacerbation and needing to be admitted into the hospital, Leo met Russell Wilson, and we experienced life as parents.
In Fall of 2016 I found my second gray hair and for some reason I was surprised! But life continued between gray hair 1 and gray hair 2. My baby turned into a toddler, I ran a marathon, turned 30, worked, traveled, continued my medications and blew the highest PFT's I have had in several years.
So many amazing and tragic events have occurred in my 30 years of life. I would never choose to have Cystic Fibrosis or Cancer but it has taught me to value the time that I do have on this earth.
Obstacles and pain will certainly arise but these challenges have left me with the courage and gratefulness to explore, love, dream and breathe a littler deeper. Our sad and heartbreaking memories remind us of our courage, strength, resiliency and our ability to overcome adversity. Our happy memories remind us of hope, dreams, compassion and love. Each day is subtle and unique but they quickly and quietly build upon each other to weave our whole life story.
Time is precious.
My wonderful son will be 2 and I can't hold onto time fast enough. I often scroll through my pictures and laugh at the wonderful moments that I have had with my family. Sometimes tears fall because these moments are treasured and my heart is full of love and gratefulness. The slow moving days filled with lack of sleep and the struggles of a colicky baby seem to fade. Our pictures and memories spark emotions so raw and true. Time continues to charge on despite our yearning to press pause.
The other day a memory on my Facebook popped up in my notifications. It was a picture from my baby shower and for some reason that picture made me think of one particular moment from that special day. My best friend was helping me curl my hair that morning and during that process she found my first gray hair. I immediately plucked it and put it in a jewelry box to later show my husband. At first I was horrified that I had a gray hair but my mind was put to ease when my wonderful friend reassured me it was not noticeable and there was only 1.
I was 28 years old when I encountered my first gray hair sighting.
Life moved on. I continued my routine of working, running, medical treatments and boot camp. Big life events also took place as well like, giving birth to our child, getting a lung exacerbation and needing to be admitted into the hospital, Leo met Russell Wilson, and we experienced life as parents.
In Fall of 2016 I found my second gray hair and for some reason I was surprised! But life continued between gray hair 1 and gray hair 2. My baby turned into a toddler, I ran a marathon, turned 30, worked, traveled, continued my medications and blew the highest PFT's I have had in several years.
For me, hair and time connect many monumental experiences in my life. There was a point in time where I had no hair and I remember the emotional process of losing my hair while going through chemotherapy. The tender head, receding hairline, my bedding needed to be changed through out the day because there was a constant sheet of hair that layered it. I held onto the last patches of my hair until the day my dad came to visit me with clippers. When I finished chemotherapy my hair started to grow back and each new hairstyle represented a different period in my life.
So many amazing and tragic events have occurred in my 30 years of life. I would never choose to have Cystic Fibrosis or Cancer but it has taught me to value the time that I do have on this earth.
Obstacles and pain will certainly arise but these challenges have left me with the courage and gratefulness to explore, love, dream and breathe a littler deeper. Our sad and heartbreaking memories remind us of our courage, strength, resiliency and our ability to overcome adversity. Our happy memories remind us of hope, dreams, compassion and love. Each day is subtle and unique but they quickly and quietly build upon each other to weave our whole life story.
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