As we’ve gotten older, time seems to disappear. The weeks and days melt into thin air and I end up staring at the calendar in sheer shock. I’ve started saying things like, ‘Where did the time go?’ and ‘This month got away from me!’ Well, here I am, staring down the barrel of Memorial Day weekend and those expressions are racing through my brain. Seriously, where did May go!?

This time conundrum always has me thinking I shouldn’t waste a second of the fleeting seconds. Time is quite literally the only thing we have zero control over stopping – we have a finite amount of it. When a day slips by without a new experience or I find excuses to pass on something I wanted to do but just didn’t out of laziness, well this is just not acceptable!

Looking back on the month of May, the amazing work Mike has done on the house, the trips I have had the amazing pleasure of taking, the friends we’ve seen and the home we’ve built beginning to take shape, it’s made me realize that every minute counts. Yes, of course I’ve always realized that time is fleeting, so don’t waste it, but in reflection of this month it’s never been so apparent. We’ve made time to have fun, amidst the demo, the mess, the unorganized madness. Cause time keeps marching on – regardless if the house is perfect or if you’re just not feeling up for it. Just. Get up. And go!

“Do not wait; the time will never be ‘just right’. Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.”

-Napoleon Hill