Time in a Bottle

"If I could be put time in a bottle . . ."
Time is so elusive. No matter the number of good intentions to call or write friends and family, touch base in blog-land, or any number of other things, it still slips away from you, like water through your fingers.
I remember as a child, how time seemed to last a lifetime, extending endlessly before me. Swinging on a swing, climbing trees, or playing tag, hopscotch, jump-rope . . . there was always time.
When I was a teenager I use to think of all the things I wanted to do with my life, all the places I wanted to go . . . surely there would always be time to do any infinite number of things . . .
I remember being told that time would gain speed as I aged. Boy, were they right!
I am not an old woman, but as I have gotten older, I have become able to see more facets in time. Time can be both a blessing and a curse.
There is so much I still want to do, but I know find I must temper my desires with reality and practicality . . .
Life has a way of happening while we are making big plans . . . it is sneaky.
I wish I had spent more time playing games and make-believe with my daughter, time stole her away from me. Don't get me wrong, I love who she has become, I am proud of her. But I miss the small child she once was.

I have some time off from work just now, and although it feels like it took forever to get here, I know that it will be gone in the blink of an eye. So this is a nod in your direction, for those who care to read this. May your day be filled with some time, precious time with which you can spend anyway you like.

If we had all the time in the world, or at least more of it, what would we do?
Would life become boring or dull if our lifespan and average good health take easily to triple digits?
I wonder . . .