Hope is My Middle Name


The end of daylight savings time always makes me blue. It gets dark before dinner and the days feel so short. School is in full swing and the summer is a mile away. But there's one sweet silver lining. "Falling back" brings a 1-time-a-year gift: an extra hour. Now that's something to smile about.

The great philosopher Dr. Seuss said:
"How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?"

Time races by, and we trail behind struggling to catch up, to hang on, to savor the moment. After the mad dash of the Fall holidays, I'm still trying to catch my breath.

But last night I realized that this morning would bring more time than usual. What to do? Lounge in bed with the New York Times and coffee? Go for an extra-long bike ride? Walk the dog – twice?! Chat with friends? Grocery shop? (O.K. -- not fun, but still it has to get done) Vote early? Eat a leisurely lunch with family?

Here's the amazing thing. It's not yet 4:00 p.m. and I have done it all. And it's not even dark yet. That extra hour sure did go a long way. Now if only I could train myself to think of time every day as a gift...

What did you do with your extra hour?