A Moment in the Aisle
Do you ever walk through a store, moving quickly, focused on your list, only to be stopped in your tracks by something unexpected? Maybe it’s the baby section—tiny onesies, soft blankets, little shoes that will never touch the ground.
I paused.
For a moment, I was back in those early days—sleepless nights 😴, pacing the floor with a restless baby, whispering lullabies into the quiet. I remembered the exhaustion of chasing a toddler, answering a thousand questions a day, trying to keep up with endless energy 🏃🏽♀️. Back then, it felt like those days would last forever. But now, they’re gone. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. They’ve grown. Independent. Living their own life.
I exhaled, smiling—relieved, nostalgic, grateful. I wouldn’t go back, but I wouldn’t trade those years for anything either.
The days are long, but the years are short.
Seeing Time in the Mirror
Later that evening, I picked up my phone and started scrolling. Facebook. Old names. Familiar faces. But… changed. Classmates from high school, childhood friends, people I once knew so well now wear time on their faces—lines that weren’t there before, silver streaks in their hair. I stopped on one photo and stared, trying to reconcile the image before me with the teenager I remembered.
“When did we all get older?”
And then, as I walked through my house, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
For the first time in a long time, I really saw myself—not just a quick glance to check my outfit, not just a flicker of my reflection in passing, but a real, unfiltered look. The small lines at the corners of my eyes. The shifts in my skin. The subtle signs of change.
We don’t notice it happening because we see ourselves every day. But time never stops moving.
The days are long, but the years are short.
The People Who Shaped Us
I think about the people who molded me—the ones who were always on the go, always creating, always inspiring ✨. The family members who taught me to dream, to do, to be. But now… some of them move slower. Their steps, once swift and sure, have softened with age. Some are no longer here at all.
I carry their lessons, their stories, their laughter inside me, but I wish I could sit with them just one more time. Just one more conversation. Just one more moment.
The days are long, but the years are short.
The Icons We Grew Up With
So many artists who shaped my world are gone—Michael. Prince. Whitney. The actors I grew up watching now only exist in reruns and memories. The icons of my youth, frozen in time on the screen, yet gone in reality.
And somehow, in reflecting on their passing, I realize just how much life I have lived since they were at their peak. Time keeps moving, whether we acknowledge it or not.
The days are long, but the years are short.
To Those Who Feel Stuck in Time
To the younger ones reading this—right now, life might feel slow. Maybe you’re struggling. Maybe you’re waiting for the next big thing, the moment when life finally “starts.”
But hear me when I say this: time moves faster than you think ⏳.
The struggles you face now? They will pass. The pain, the uncertainty, the things that feel like they’ll never change—they will. The things you take for granted today? One day, you’ll look back and realize they were the moments that shaped you.
The days are long, but the years are short.
A Call to Action: Live for Today
So live today—not for next week, not for next year, but for today 🌿.
💡 Savor the laughter.
💡 Hold onto the small, beautiful moments.
💡 Love the people around you.
Because yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today… today is a gift.
The days are long, but the years are short.
