We are born with two things; time and the end of our time. Sadly, some only receive a
few minutes, hours or years. Other's time seems to go on forever.
My stepfather's time ended just before his 65th birthday. His death made me realize I'd spent 20 years in a career I didn't enjoy and a job I now despised. When he died I wondered how much time I might have left. If it ran out before my 65th birthday then I'd already used up more than 2/3rds of my time. I had to take back my time. I quit the job I hated.
My new job is sculpting, a passion I'd found several years earlier. This sculpture
represents time, carved in stone, with twelve dots symbolizing hours on a clock. I
excluded clock hands because I don't know when time ends.
Time is limited but acknowledging this became very freeing. I stopped being angry, frustrated or resentful, I no longer have time for that. Instead, I focus on being content and happy. I hope I have plenty of time left but just in case, I'm determined to make the rest of my life the best of my life.
A collaborative women's project
by Lorri Acott