Thirty Minutes

In the summertime as a kid, a half and hour seemed like forever. We would check the time, do the math, and count down the seconds until those thirty minutes were up. And man, when I tell you those tiny seconds ticked and tocked away at snails pace, I mean they seemed like eternity. We found ways to occupy the time, I Spy and hangman, but even so my strongest memories from ten years back is rushing that agonizing wait. In fact, much of my life up until now I can remember waiting and anticipating for the bigger and better things to come. And once those things came, I can remember looking toward the next thing. It's strange, we spend so much time waiting and anticipating what's to come, we forget to enjoy what's right in front of us at the moment. Nowadays, with my cousins, siblings, I and being all grownup and having jobs and busy lives to contend with, I would do anything to spend a half an hour doing nothing with them. It's funny, all of a sudden those thirty minutes our parents made us wait before getting back into the pool after lunch seem so tiny. I guess the lesson here is take time to live right now, right at this very moment. Enjoy the little things, that seem insignificant. Be thankful for this time, enjoy the wait of growing older. I mean really enjoy it. Because in ten years from now, who knows where you'll be?