Time and tide wait for no man

Is it a new season already? Where does the time go? I guess for all of us time is cyclical.

We are born to rock but forced to work; our free time is something precious to hold onto. As teachers we do it; awaiting the holidays, as workers; we await the weekend, as people involved in sports, it’s game day, travel, rest, game day, travel, rest until there is some down time somewhere along the way.

I have always tried to grasp each new day, to find something good in it, to live my life, not as if it was my last day, but to at least feel that it was beneficial in some way. But no matter what way you approach life, it still seems to slip through your fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass. I know what you’re thinking! Here comes a Shakespeare quotation! Wrong.

It’s Chaucer! “Time and tide wait for no man”

When I look in the mirror I don’t see the young guy who started out on a handball road over thirty years ago; long hair, good shoulders, everything still pointing in the right direction.

Ok, I’m, not the wreck of the Hesperus, yet, but those old bones creak a little. As someone once said you know you’re getting old when you groan sitting down and standing up. How right they were.

But before you think I’m writing my obituary, this is more about that new beginning; the cycle starting again. The same youthful fervour I felt when a new season was beginning as a player. The hopes and dreams that stretched out before you in …

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