Stop worshipping time.

Clock the moment, not the minutes.

Time has a sense of humor, it turns out.

It punked me the other day — showing up wildly differently within the same morning.

First, at the Starbuck’s drive-through window, the cashier chirped “see you soon!” to mark our brief separation as I rolled forward between windows. An overeager parting greeting to mark a hiccup in our caffeinated love affair.

A couple hours later, I received an email from someone whose name was not familiar to me. The sender stated that upon cleaning her inbox she discovered an email intro between us that she failed to respond to… from October 22, 2019.

6 years, 6 months and 19 days later, she replied.

With a quick apology for the lapse, but right back into a hello and kind message.

I love this.

That we can pick up after a long silence AND over-acknowledge each other in the everyday. Both are real and human and welcome.

So the next time you think “I’m behind” — remember that someone way wiser than I (Albert Einstein) declared “time is an illusion." And get right back to it.

Short and sweet today. Just thought you should know.

Until next time, remember that creativity knows no bounds.