Time.

I have a complicated relationship with time. I’ve learned the time you’ve been given, is not yours to choose, but what you do with that time is.

Even in my stillness, the clock inside of me is reminding me, I have so much to do. But I just sit there, as if paralysed in the moment, unable to give myself grace.

At the single blink of an eye, time will freeze, and my to-do list grows, but there I am, only but a spectator.