Time

As last week fades into memory I keep thinking of the words to the Pink Floyd song “Time” and specifically this verse

“…Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines…”

When I was a kid listening to Pink Floyd the lyrics and sounds of the song had very different meanings and effects on me then they have today. I’m older, maybe a little wiser and the words sink in a little more I think.

Here we are on deadline for our first anniversary issue and I’ve spent a few moments taking stock in what we’ve accomplished, what we planned to accomplish and where we’re going in the future.

And the words play again

“…Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines…”

Sometimes with the pace of life it’s important to make moments. I find myself racing to meet an issue deadline, to get Candice to school, drop the Jake at day care, get to work and all the other things that we all tend to pack into a day. The weekends come and we race some more with squeezing in visits, kids activities, errands to run.

“Every year is getting shorter…”

Two years ago I met my business partner Matt, we had never met before – but we knew this was a great project and figured out a way to get it going. We made plans; time flew by - the plans change as the realities of life surface and we keep going.

This past year feels like it passed in the blink of an eye, it was one of the most thrilling years in my memory, everything moving fast; life, work, play, family, friends, change. It was also one of the most fulfilling. Like a big wave surfer, I’m excited to start riding another wave, carving the face as best I can, hanging on through the tube until I come out on the other side.

Tom Pellicane – Publisher, canvas