I have had a lot of thoughts rumbling through my brain the last several weeks.

One which has reverberated around quite a bit is the passage of time. A couple weeks ago, this realization hijacked my mind as I was tried to clean out a closet of children’s toys which dated back to when my oldest was 5 or 6 years old. The closet stacks of old VHS tapes. Arthur. Rugrats. Barney. Even the dreaded TeleTubbies. I hesitated toss ing them out. Even though they were simply taking up space. I am not even sure we have a working VHS player. Nor could I tell you the last time we even watched a VHS tape (or give you a reason why we should).

I thought about why it was bothering me so much to depart with these tapes. My kids surely did not want them. My wife wanted them out.

It was an acknowledgment. An acknowledgment that time had indeed past. It is not returning. A little part of me had died….but had it really?

It is still a part of me. It is a part of who and where I am.

We live in today’s instant. The past is already past. Who cares. We have lived it and enjoyed it.

New adventures lie ahead. If I am open to them.

Keep to the process. Think. Live in the moment. It’s the only on of which we are assured.

The tapes went out that day to the dump. I don’t miss them.