Time is relative

It was 5:30 mountain time which means it was 7:30 eastern time or 6:30 central time when I got up to watch the sunrise over the beautiful Albuquerque mountains with my family this morning.

Wow, I really don’t even know what time is anymore. After a week on the road in 3 different times zones I seem to have lost track of both days and times. What day is it anyway? The girls seem to ask this question now daily. It took us a while to land on blursday. We think.

Time really is relative. We’ve been falling asleep when the sun sets and waking up when it rises. Which means that while our bodies have fallen into a natural rhythm with the earth, our minds are constantly blown adapting to the various times we find ourselves getting sleepy or waking up.

So here I am, wide awake now at whatever time it is. All I know is that it’s the morning, and we just enjoyed a beautiful sunrise. Last night, Samantha and I sat on the rooftop deck of our Airbnb here and enjoyed watching the sunset. The girls, apparently woke up and came looking for us and before you know it, I had to bring them up on the deck as well to see the night lights.

The girls (minus Sloane) and I on the rooftop deck

Here’s one thing I know about time, I won’t get these moments back, so I better enjoy them while I can. I thought about that last night while on the roof with the girls. They all said how they’re enjoying the trip, but are starting to feel sad because soon it will be over (we’re barely halfway through yet and our mind has already skipped ahead to the end!).

That made me a little sad because while it’s true, those moments are behind us now, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the moments happening right now or those to come. I guess that’s the trick time plays on us all. Just when we start paying attention it seems like time speeds up. There’s nothing we can do about it besides live in this moment, right now, and sometimes wait for the miracles of when time seems to stand still.

SDW3

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