There’s a song that’s been looping in my mind lately: “Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping… into the future.” And honestly?
Some days it feels a little too accurate especially recently after a couple of weeks of falling off the path. I’m reminded during this class that staying on track requires consistency, awareness, and a steady refusal to fall back into the warm familiarity of my old blueprint.
Because that old blueprint? Oh, it loves to tug at me, whispering that I can catch up later, skip a reading just this once, numb out, procrastinate, or coast on autopilot. And before I know it, the rhythm of that song plays again: ‘time slipping… slipping… slipping.’
But here’s the shift I’m learning:
Time only slips away when I’m not the one steering it.
The moment I become conscious, aware, present, even for a breath, that “slipping” stops. I realize that I am the one creating my future. I am the one shaping the time-space continuum of my life. I’m not a passenger. I’m the navigator. I’m the Master Manifester.
And honestly? If someone is suffering when I fall off track… it’s only me. No one else loses my dreams. No one else pays the price for my hesitation. No one else feels the frustration when the old blueprint wins. That responsibility, and that power, rest with me.
So instead of letting time drift forward without direction, I reclaim it. I remind myself that I don’t need perfection. I don’t need quantum leaps. I need 1% better, one choice, one thought, one habit at a time. That 1% is what builds momentum. That 1% is what interrupts the “slipping.” That 1% is what rewrites the blueprint.
Every day I consciously choose to show up, I’m proving to myself that the future isn’t something time carries me into.
It’s something I create.
