Listen and remember- we aren't always busy (it just feels that way)

As I sit in my backyard listening to the birds, frogs (maybe) and various sounds of dusk I had a thought: life moves fast but am I really that busy? The answer is no.

I know this isn't a new thought, we all have the 'life moves to fast' thought, and it does,  but even in the busiest of times, there is always a moment to just listen if you take it.  I am not saying that it is easy, I remember non-stop days of kids and the partner all going in different directions and me rushing to keep up (and failing) but looking back, I also remember those 5 minute conversations walking around the kitchen island with Billy, or the quick day recap given by Alex as I brush my teeth (I go to bed earlier than anyone in this house).  I remember the fleeting moments Bill and I had while drying dishes.  Sure, I remember the stress of rushing around too but not nearly as easily.

See, now I sit listening to my music and the sounds of dusk, watching my dogs and drinking my wine knowing that all the rushing of today - a different kind of stress from rushing as an empty nester - is done, I have found my time to just not be busy.  I found my time to sit and I am cherishing it nearly as much as I did those conversations and stolen moments because this time? This quiet is just as valuable as the crazy and reminds me of all those amazing times.