The Christmas Tree is Still Up at Our House

“The angels are really cupids. Aren’t they cute with the cuddling snowmen?”

February arrived and I dubbed the small tree put up for Christmas a “Valentine’s Day Tree.” The thing is, I barely had time to put up the tree before Christmas and I haven’t had any time since to put it away. I’m so tired.

I’ve heard if I eat better, I’ll have more energy. I’m told if I exercise, I’ll have energy. The problem, of course, is I don’t have time to do these things. They say I should make time.

Make time? What is that?

Does someone have the recipe for time?

I need this. Right now I feel like I’m being directed to a blank cookbook. I know how to make time about as much as I know how to make Crème Brulee. I don’t even know where to start. What order do I mix the ingredients? How long does it need to baste, simmer, and bake? Is it a smidge of exercise and a cup of vitamins? Or twenty minutes of Yoga basted in eight cups of water? Do I have to go to the organic health store for the ingredients or can I substitute an energy drink from the supermarket?

Then I read, “There is time and space for everything.”

And “You must find the time.”

Oh…Find the time. That’s better than make the time. Find the time implies that I’ve got it here…somewhere; it’s just hidden or perhaps put away.

Yes! I’ll just find the time. Now, where did I leave it? I’ll just go back and follow my footsteps.

Where did I have time last? Before Christmas? No, too busy putting up the tree.

Fall? No.

Summer? God no.

Last winter I had some time while I recovered from surgery. My hysterectomy…

OH NO! My biological clock.

They weren’t serious about that; I mean it’s just a metaphor, right? Please tell me they didn’t actually take out my own personal time clock. Suddenly I’m in a panic. I mean that should have been made clear on the consent form: *Uterus, *Ovaries, *Appendix, Time. Alright, before I call the attorneys about this (and I might have to, when I get a minute) I better be sure that I’ve checked every nook and cranny first. Because, really, that would be embarrassing if I found the time while I was suing for time.

Yes. I’ll have to look under the bed, in the closet, maybe I left it in the kitchen cupboard.

Perhaps it’s with the rosemary.

**This is an OLDIE. I wrote this about, let’s see now, gotta be ten years or more. But, since my Christmas tree is still up this year, too, I thought a little #TBT was in order. I hope you enjoyed it. Not that much has changed, I still haven’t found the time or the recipe, but I’m still trying…

How do YOU make time?***