It's about time.

Many of you that can relate to this. Working long hours at your career. Raising your families. Buying a home and paying all the bills related to being homeowners and parents. We're now retired and don't need all that work and expense. Now "It's about time" to follow our dreams.

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Sunday, April 1, 2012

It Truly Is About Time.

Our Location Today is Tecumseh, Ontario, Canada.

Today's blog could be about rescueing our Daughter when her van wouldn't start but it won't be. Our blog is called It's about time. Not the term our parents used during our growing years in sarcasm over the amount of time a chore we were given would take to do. The time that we always figured we'll be able to do later.  The time that we all take for granted. Time!

Many of us worked hard all our lives trying to accomplish things not only for ourselves but especially our families. We would work tirelessly so they would have things better than we did through our growing years. Time!

Now many of us have waited too long and even as we try to find time for ourselves our bodies are tired and weak and broken. On many of the blogs we read one of the couples or a family member are dealing with sudden life or death issues that are slowing down their chances of living out their dreams. Time!

It is something we believe we will never run out of but it's not ours to keep. If we don't use it wisely it is gone forever and we can never get it back. Time!

Suddenly plans we make to be with loved ones are quickly dashed because that special someone passes on . Whether that someone be a spouse a child or a pet it leaves a void that can never be filled. Time!

The message that I'm trying to send is don't waste time but don't make yourselves sick trying to meet your goals. Give your spouse, child, parent or pet just a little of your time because you never know if you will ever have that chance again. Time!

It's about time. 


You might be a Redneck if

Your wife sleeps on the couch

every time you eat Taco Bell.


  1. Your post reminded me of one I wrote about the elusive SOMEDAY. We all put things off. If we put them off our Someday too many times, it may never come.

  2. Time indeed!..some days it feels like we want time to go by quickly and then once it does we want it to slow down!

  3. Like your post very much and it is very true! Had a great weekend with my family and really enjoyed it.

  4. Truer words never spoken. I lost my husband suddenly and unexpectedly as we closed in on retirement. Fortunately, we had a motorhome and traveled in the summers the last 5 years of his life. Everything changed for ever in a split second, and you're right-you can't get time back.

    I have posted this on several blogs--it just seems to fit RVers. It was Rich's favorite piece and he had it hung on the wall of our office, and he sent it to all of our clients. It was a little different, but I found the original on the web. Robert J. Hastings had it right:
    Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves
    on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train and, from the
    windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at
    crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row
    upon row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and
    village halls.

    But uppermost in our conscious minds is our final destination--for at a certain hour and on a
    given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands
    playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we
    pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

    "Yes, when we reach the station, that will be it!" we promise ourselves. "When we're
    eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL
    Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!"

    From that day on we will all live happily ever after.

    Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no station in this life, no one earthly
    place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The station is an illusion--it
    constantly outdistances us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream.

    So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn't the burdens of today
    that drive men mad, but rather regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and
    fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.

    So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more
    mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener.
    Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we
    go along. The station will come soon enough.

    Thanks for reminding everyone. I've often said, don't take even a second with your soul mate for granted--not a second.

  5. I have experienced over this past year the living reality of your post. Very well said.

  6. Good post.

    That's exactly why we went full-timing when we did. You never know what tomorrow will bring, of if there will even be a tomorrow for you.

  7. Good post. Glad I took the 'time' to read it. :)

  8. Words well worth remembering sometimes it is easy to loose focus on what really matters. Great post.

  9. Yes, it can change in an instant, and the loss of a loved one, be it child, parent or spouse, is very difficult to come to terms with afterwards. Let's enjoy what we have now, BEFORE it all changes.

    Karen and Steve
    (Our Blog) RVing: Small House... BIG Backyard

  10. Hence the reason why we are retiring so young. Some might think we're crazy for giving up well-paying jobs, but reality is that we're all on borrowed time. If you don't make the most of it when you can, you might not be able to make any of your dreams come true.

  11. time is a gift -and it marches on it is up to us to march right along with it...we are all definitely on borrowed time..we do not own it...there comes a time to 'sprint' as we call it...dont' wait until its too late...good blog and a great read....ty