OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on: TOGETHER
It’s Friday and the skillet’s hot and sizzling with anticipation for everything that comes together on a weekend. I want to bundle parts of it all up in one piece and get it done, but I have to go through the motions, right? Or do I live it freely and purely and righteously together with my wife and sons?
And in these 300 seconds of short time I’ve been stopped thrice: to play hide-and-seek and to wipe a dirty bottom and to bandage a split toenail on a toe as tiny as a kernel of corn. Even in five minutes I am called to be together with the ones that need me and depend on me. As I depend on them.
On this tickertape of seconds and thirds and interruptions I’m lost as I’ve accidentally reset the stopwatch and don’t know where the time has gone. So now I’ll stop and begin the weekend… together with them.