Sometimes I'm almost overcome with waves of nostalgia, longing for just another moment with my children before they're all grown up, or fearing how fast it's all going by--their lives, my own life--while I was busy doing dishes or frittering some time away on something, or being angry or moody, and not living in the moment. But I was reading a collection of essays and came across this phrase:
Fortunately, time moves on.
Now, that's very helpful. Recast the passage of time as something that I welcome. Focus on what is healing and good about time going by. Embrace.
Fortunately, time moves on.
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