What's the time?
This is what I see in my kitchen every morning.
It always says that it's one o'clock.
The clock stopped when I had the ectopic pregnancy that ruptured.
I think it's to remind me to slow down.
We are a society that has a disease.
We are obsessed with doing.
Always hurrying to the next thing that must be done.
We struggle to just be.
I am probably one of the most guilty ones.
With this baby coming, I am constantly obsessing about what must still be done.
Obsessing that due to my physical inability to do all these things, they can't all be done.
But in all this obsession, I forget the impact it has on my health.
My peace of mind.
My challenge, every day, is to just be.
When I get that right, I think the clock will work again.