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Hey PM-Stylers,

Every Sunday (that's my goal) I will be blogging here, sometimes about fashion, sometimes about life, sometimes it will be what I call, the Seinfeld blog, aka, the blog about nothing (Remember how Jerry used to say the show was a show about nothing?) This week it strikes me that one week ago today we set our clocks forward. <<Pause – Collective Groan>> So I find myself contemplating time.

First, I collect clocks. Big ones. Bitsy ones. It’s rather ironic since I’m late to everything. The funniest thing about my clock collection is that they don’t actually tell time. Between batteries burning out, and adjusting to the daylight savings thing twice a year, it’s too tedious when you own so many clocks, to stay up on keeping them all functioning, so actually, I’ve given up. They are just for show now, not a single one accurately tells time. So in the presence of so many clocks, no one in my house actually knows what time it is, unless a cell phone or cable box are in reach. (Sidebar: I am a huge Anglophile and once watched a PBS documentary on the Royal Clock keeper in England. One man, whose sole job it is to walk around Windsor Castle and Buckingham Palace, keeping time. Hundreds of clocks perhaps thousands, I forget. Daunting. Cool. I digress) 

As I’ve pondered the concept of time this past week, particularly as we have asked you to adjust to a new time for PM Style which is a bit later than before, 10pET, I’ve had some bigger thoughts on the matter. First, timing is everything. Don’t you hate that saying, even though it’s so true? Because really it’s just a kind of band aid to soothe your soul when something you are desperate for isn’t happening quick enough, and you feel like it never will. That has been my pining my whole life, particularly in my career.

That's me in 1997. I worked for CBS News. I was an Assistant on the Foreign News desk. 

This is bck when I used to work at CBS news in NYC. Best job ever (even tho I was broke) and my mom was so proud of me.

This was me in 2003. I was a Morning Anchor for WKMG-CBS in Orlando.

I’ve always thought I was ready for something, long before I was, and wanted something, that it turns out, in time, I realized, I either didn’t really want, or really shouldn’t have had. God is one smart cookie. Impatience is a horrendous thing, and I own the patent on it. : ) 

I’m also reminded that time is a tricky thing. The more you worry about not having enough, the more you waste by worrying you don’t have enough. And yes, certain things in life do come with expiration dates, and that I’m finding as I hit the mid-life point, is a very hard, oft painful concept to accept because it means some dreams do pass you by. (I’ve always wondered why God puts dreams in your heart that he doesn’t plan to fulfill. I realize He has a plan, I’m just saying.... and wondering)

Then there are the little-er matters regarding time. Why am I always late? Why do I never have enough time to work out or read or paint the way I used to, when in reality, people far busier and more important than me, seem to be able to find, the time? (Priorities. I realize that’s the answer, just go with me here.)

My paintings

Why is it the time leading up to Christmas is always somehow more fun than the 24 hours of Christmas itself? It flies by and then is abruptly over! Why don’t Arizona or Hawaii set their clocks forward like the rest of us do? (I read this fun fact about daylight savings time and found it odd. Imagine it has to do with the time meridians or something. GMT, could it be?) Why do bad times make time feel longer, and good times feel like time flies by quicker? When in reality, the same clock is measuring both? And finally, to bring this all back to PMS, does it make anyone giggle that we all love watches more than ever, and yet I doubt any of us use ours to actually tell time? (PS: Wasn’t last week’s IML! OTO the new crystal ceramic watch, so fresh and lovely? Like a throwback to ladylike days. Like something Mary would wear on Downton Abbey)

As my parents get ready to leave after spending some time with me, I find myself getting sentimental about time. I will cherish the memories of this time together, even the cantankerous ones, because really never again at this age of ours, will we ever spend so much time together as we have these past few months. That begins to scare me a bit, make me teary. So this is a good place to stop this thought.  

I think the longer I ponder time, the more it makes me sentimental, and also nostalgic, and also excited. Time is the keeper of some amazing treasures, not just in the past, but on the horizon, things you can’t fathom but are headed your way. How glorious. As I think about this time in my life and career, I am grateful. On our new Monday nights together, I am most hopeful that you are enjoying your time with me, us, the new PMS girls, the new set, the new everything. (PS: I promise I will not get this deep every week in our blogs, otherwise you may need therapy, wine, both, or just a Disney movie, to recover.

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Shawn

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