I never know what is going to stand out to me.  For example, the other day someone said something that could so easily have been glossed over. Yet it had me thinking about it a lot.  The phrase was “It’s just a matter of time.”
What that means can be seen as obvious, yet for me it was also so profound.  I could see that so many practices lend themselves to development over the course of time.  Merril and I are currently looking at a book we are going to continue to study.  We had decided one week per topic does not suffice and made it two weeks.  It is just a matter of time that as we study and do what is recommended, we will become more like the way promoted.
This highlights to me the impact of a matter of time.  To me few words are good or bad in themselves.  For example, music, writing, film, computer games.  The whole point for me is that it is “just a matter of time” before its impact is known. Writing is neither good or bad.  What I write is.  Film can scare, promote hatred, promote suspect lifestyles and it can inspire valiantry, honour, love and compassion.   The media of film is neither good or bad, it is how it is used.  The same can probably be said of computer games.  They can  be a tremendous teaching tool.  Useful skill sets can be developed and useful learnings imbibed.  At the same time they can teach to kill , maim, hate and devalue human life.  In these cases, it is not the medium that is sus, but the way it is used.
I suppose the same can be said of most things. The use of somethings can be a teaching curve when used and discarded.  The same thing can be a source of entrapment when used and embraced.  Time will tell the fruit of an activity.
I want time to tell in a good way on activities I choose. Whether it is work, rest or play, time is sure to tell if my growth has been a good or bad thing for myself and others. I know my life is full of choices.  I choose to make good choices.

Happy New Year!
I actually do not remember a New Years eve as low key.  We had a prayer get together earlier in the evening. There were seven of us.  We spent time praying for each other, others and the new year.  That was definitely time well spent but we were home before nine pm and in bed when the new year clocked over.
In times past we would have people over, play games and light sparklers.  Then we would sing something and hoop and holler in a welcome of the new year.  As we got older it got earlier that we would welcome the new year.  We consoled ourselves with the fact it was new year somewhere in the world.  Bed was calling.
It is only a day but I can never write the date again as 2025.  It now ends in 2026.  I don’t get disagreement anywhere that it seems to be going faster and faster.  Truth is 30’s, 40’s and 50’s just seemed to happen and I hardly remember them.  I just know they flew by.
I actually can not see it being any different from here on in.  I do know that I have a sense like never before that what is left needs to be significant.
Today is actually my day off.  I have things to do and have made a list but no appointment is one of them.  Just as well I guess as very little is open on new years day.  I have some tasks around the home.  Definitely enough to do for the day.  Merril has an assignment she is working on today.
For me it is a lot of tidying up and setting up.  I have dreams but these ones are local.  Very very local – as in rooms in our place specific.
It is cooler this sorning with a cloud cover.  Good for work.  Good also for sleep.  I reckon it will be a combo.

Yesterday was a pretty normal day though a few things did not go as planned.  And we had some roll reversal.  Normally Merril is inside and I am in the yard but for a portion of yesterday, that was reversed.  Merril was dealing with weeds while I was in our shed area rearranging some things.
I managed to empty one bookshelf completely and now use just one to house our books and reference library.  That took attaching some shelves properly and going through a number of books deciding which to hold on to and which to give away.  We only wanted three shelves of books and the rest of the shelves for our reference library. We managed that – sort of.
The bookshelves that was our reference library is going to my study room.  It will mean I need to do a few things to accommodate it.  But it is doable and will among other things house our excess books.
Our process is as normal.  One goes through stuff determining what the want to keep and the other does the same with what is left.  What we keep is ours rather than yours or mine.  Works for us.
The setting up of the room is a work in progress.  I had set aside a day for the process, and this is now day three.  We do heaps of other stuff as well, but I was not expecting the need to visit Bunnings and drilling.
We had also planned to do a Trash and Treasure run to drop off some things we no longer want but others may want at very reasonable process (set by Trash and Treasure).
The road was chockers.  There must have been an accident on the highway as an incredible amount of traffic was heading up our side roads. 
What did surprise though was the number of people heading to the dump.  It was backed up big time.  We decided it was good for another day and headed off to do some banking.  Same problem. Traffic everywhere.  So that was put on hold to a quieter day.
We came home, had a rest and worked long into the night.  This time both doing our thing inside.
A good day.  Tasks not finished yet, but progress is seen.