Make Time for Thanks

November 20
I wake up late
Rush
No time to pause, nor plead my case.

Poor November.
I push right past her
Even as she’s dedicated to the grasping of gifts and the giving of thanks -
for slowing time, she reserves the right for rest

I hastily juggle on
It’s my nature.
Multitasking is my drug of choice
Saying yes is my weakness

The voices they beckon
And post-its, they carry me through
Busy is an understatement
In November.

I stop to breathe and im tired
realizing what I’m losing

the friends I’ve not called
the family I've not visited
the kids I’ve not played with,
the husband I’ve left cold
myself, whom needs tending.

I've already fast-forwarded November with the rest of them.
juggling and consuming,
I waste it.
Without rest I overlook thanks,
in neglecting thanks, I shut out joy.

Haste = waste

Yet here I am
In all my spare TIME,
Exclaiming that I want to pause November once more.

are you savoring yours?