Why is it that we make time for everyone but the one we love the most? And why is it we accuse them of the same thing, when it is all really just relative?
Our calendars fill up and our lives unfold but we fly through time and events without the littlest thought. It seems that when I talk to anyone couples, friends, and families, it is the same complaint. I can’t believe February is half over. Time is flying. I am so busy. My so-and-so is so busy.
How are we to cope? Should I slow down my life, but then would I loose myself in this relationship or my identity? Should I pencil in my loved one? Or maybe set up recurring weekly event in my iPad; so at least the relationship will have scheduled face time.
If I knew the answer (which I wish I did) I suppose I would not be pondering this right now.
So for Valentines Day, perhaps we could pencil our loved ones in or better yet enter it in iPad (we might be more willing to stick with it, pencil is erasable, you know).
