I answered.
"Do you have a minute", the voice asked me.
I answered yes as shook my head no, realizing this call would be over an hour & I really didn't have the time to spare.
Then...in my mind I thought to myself "A minute? Actually I hope I have 30 to 40 more years!"
What is an hour here and there when you see 30-40 more years ahead.
Suddenly I felt less crushed by time. Of course I have time. Time is all there is and until I die, I will have time here on Earth.
Perhaps when I'm too old to call upon for help - perhaps then I will have time for the things I need and want to do. I will bloom and emerge as a rainbow after a storm, bright and colorful. But then I will be too old to dance. That's okay though. There are plenty of dancers in the world making people happy as they perform. Plenty of singers and painters and creators of everything.
Someday I'll have the voice to sing the songs I want to sing from my heart. I'll dance from my soul and paint the sky as I fly on colorful wings.
And I'll keep granting people's wishes.
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