Remember when you had to wind your watch up every day
or it would quit marking time?
Now we must recharge our watches and it tells us
a lot more than just the time.
I feel like Dick Tracy sometimes with my
fancy watch on my wrist.
Especially when I’m out and
my wrist rings and I then video chat with
the caller right in the middle of the grocery store!
Somehow in 2021, my watch reset
without my realizing it.
Suddenly I’m 60 and my childhood seems
far, far away and they show it on the History channel.
All the toys and clothes of my era are “vintage.”
In my mind it was just yesterday!
I feel like a time traveler. I can pop back into 1966
as easily as a breath and then return to 2021 in the next one.
I was thinking the other day,
what if we didn’t mark minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months, years?
Does all that marking of time really matter?
If I had not marked all those things in my life,
would I still feel 60 or would I just be me,
living my life?
As I thought about this, I realized something.
Rather than setting resolutions or trying to
turn over new leaves at the beginning of the new year,
why don’t we just decide to live well today?
Then if we get a tomorrow, we do it again. And again.
And eventually, even without a watch or a calendar
to mark time,
we’ll have a wonderful life.
Wouldn’t that be cool?