The Road Linds Travels

We recently moved into a beautiful new place in a lovely neighborhood and intend on staying for a long time. The last month, as quickly as that time has passed, has been all about home improvement. With that being said, I wanted to assure you, my audience, that all of the products I promote are ones I’ve personally used, are currently using, or recommend. I also won’t recommend something I’m not crazy about or partner with any brands that aren’t conducive to my lifestyle.

Case in point: A company promoting ball hair trimming products and related recently contacted me. Don’t worry; you won’t soon be seeing any product promotions geared toward testicles on The Road Linds Travels.

I do receive a small commission should a purchase result from you clicking on one of these links. However, this does not affect your cost whatsoever. Not to mention, I wholly appreciate the support. I also want to assure you that this blog will still contain recommendations and stories on my travels. When I created this blog, The Road Linds Travels, it was meant to be a sort of play on words. Since the road I travel is a “walk in my shoes,” per se, it wasn’t going to be solely about literal travels. I wish to share my perspective on various endeavors, such as the Wow Wagon, wine, of course, grief, and so much more.

TIME MAY NOT BE ON ANYONE’S SIDE

If you’re still here and reading, then I suspect you’re very much aware of all of the above, which brings me to not wasting your time with this mumbo jumbo any longer.

I really came here to talk about time, which has taken on a new meaning for me as of late. I used to not think about it that much. I refuse to keep clocks in my house for various reasons. And I’ve always believed that there’s only one tense that matters, and that’s the present. Though, if I had a dime for every time I’ve lingered too long in its distant cousin, the past, I’d probably have substantial savings. But you get that, right? We all do it – ruminate for longer than intended on things that have passed, the what-ifs, and the shoulda, woulda, couldas. Anyone else picturing Salvador Dalí’s The Persistence of Memory painting?

For me, time has evolved into the single most valuable currency I or anyone has. I’ve always reiterated the proverbial idiom, “Life is short,” especially since my parents’ passing. However, I haven’t felt time’s value as intensively as I do today. Perhaps age and, well, time itself has something to do with this. The reasoning isn’t as important as the realization, though.

Los Angeles-based author Rachel Wolchin said it best with: “I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.”

MORE VALUABLE THAN MONEY

This realization has made me extra careful with how I spend this precious currency. It’s made me better at prioritizing and knowing when to say no. It’s even made me more present. It’s also made me anxious.

When I was a child, the whole twenty-four hours of a single day seemed to pass ever so slowly. As I got older, and this is especially true today, twenty-four hours seems to be the blink of an eye. Time passes so rapidly that I’ve come to wish there were more hours in a day or that I didn’t need a full eight hours of sleep a night to function effectively and healthily.

I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon. ~Rachel Wolchin

Also, have you noticed that it’s already March?! We’re already nearly a quarter of the way through 2024! To this thirty-nine-year-old brain, it seems like it should be the end of January at best. This is all to say I’ll forever be a work in progress, thanks to the most valuable monetary unit we have. I’ll work hard to use it wisely and productively in ways that count. Because, in reality, we don’t have time. Time has us.