At Week's End

Or would it be "at wits end?" Yes, sometimes it seems as though time is flying by. The images from 50s movies where calendar pages are blown from January through December to show time was passing seem to be a fitting image of how my world is playing out. Is it because I'm having so much fun and loving life? Or is it because I believe it's important to use every minute I'm given? Either way I'd love to be able to hit the "pause" button every once an awhile. I find the best time to connect with just "being" is upon waking up. I've found making a decision to not jump out of bed, but to reflect, breathe, think gently on the day ahead for 15 minutes is an invaluable gift to my "self."