We tend to hold off on anything meaningful until xyz is done. The inexorable passage of time is the strongest message of this piece. If time doesn’t wait for anyone, what are we waiting for? This piece is so relatable.
Exactly. We postpone what matters for when life slows down. But life rarely slows, it just moves. That question wakes us up to the moment we’re already in. Thank you for reading it so thoughtfully.💗
I did write about distance, how it forms quietly, in inches. But you naming pain isn’t abstract to me. I’ve lived deep pain. I know how it builds the same way. Not always in one loud moment, but in repetition. In what goes unattended. In what we keep pushing aside.
So when you saw that layer, it didn’t feel like a stretch. It felt real.
Sometimes we write about time… but what we’re really writing about is what it costs us.
How often we postpone things assuming we have lots of time,running behind deadlines and managing household responsibilities we tend to forget to live in this very present moment, This gave me something to sit with ,Beautifully penned down Jessica 🤍
This is exactly it. We postpone living while we manage life. I wrote that piece as a reminder to myself as much as anyone else. I’m grateful it gave you something to pause with. 💗
We tend to hold off on anything meaningful until xyz is done. The inexorable passage of time is the strongest message of this piece. If time doesn’t wait for anyone, what are we waiting for? This piece is so relatable.
Exactly. We postpone what matters for when life slows down. But life rarely slows, it just moves. That question wakes us up to the moment we’re already in. Thank you for reading it so thoughtfully.💗
What struck me most is the idea that we don’t lose time dramatically. We lose it incrementally.
In habits. In routines. In autopilot.
Distance forms the same way pain does: quietly, through repetition.
This felt like an invitation to interrupt that.
I love how you pulled the pain from it.
I did write about distance, how it forms quietly, in inches. But you naming pain isn’t abstract to me. I’ve lived deep pain. I know how it builds the same way. Not always in one loud moment, but in repetition. In what goes unattended. In what we keep pushing aside.
So when you saw that layer, it didn’t feel like a stretch. It felt real.
Sometimes we write about time… but what we’re really writing about is what it costs us.
Thank you for seeing that. 💗
Thank you for this honest look at presence over autopilot.
How often we postpone things assuming we have lots of time,running behind deadlines and managing household responsibilities we tend to forget to live in this very present moment, This gave me something to sit with ,Beautifully penned down Jessica 🤍
This is exactly it. We postpone living while we manage life. I wrote that piece as a reminder to myself as much as anyone else. I’m grateful it gave you something to pause with. 💗
Yes it did ,Thank you for sharing it here and it would serve me as a reminder whenever i think of postponing something 🤍
What are you protecting your time for?