This week has been … well, one for the books.

I’ve always been a thinker — an overthinker if we’re being real — but this week? Let’s just say it hit new heights.

Maybe it’s because I just celebrated another trip around the sun.

Maybe it’s because conversations about loss and legacy have been popping up more than usual. Or maybe it’s because I finally watched “We Live in Time” with Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh. (Side note: if you haven’t seen it, go watch it! The way their love, acceptance and quest to truly understand each other plays out — ugh, my heart.)

But before I go full-on squirrel syndrome into that movie, let’s bring it back to what’s been on my heart: time.

The holidays are barreling in and this season always feels like it moves at warp speed. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how I spend my days, my hours, heck, even my minutes.

It’s funny because time is something I’ve unconsciously let guide me for years.

I, of course, had to work on it to get to the point where it has become a skill.

Every decision I make, big or small, comes back to one question: “Is this worth my time?”

For me, time is sacred. I want it to matter. Whether it’s a quick coffee break, a lazy afternoon nap (yes, even those are intentional!) or the moments I pour into my work, my family or my friendships, it’s all about impact.

And when I feel my time is wasted or not valued? That’s when I feel the most frustrated. Because here’s the truth: we only get so much of it. But the beauty is that we get to choose how we spend it.

Now, I’ve never been one to brag about how busy I am or wish for more hours in the day. Sure, there are moments when I’m stunned at how quickly a season or milestone arrives (hello, holidays again?!), but for the most part, I’m pretty content with how I fill my days. I try to strategize, prioritize, and most importantly, cherish this gift of time.

And here’s the deeper part of my reflection: time isn’t just finite. It’s also infinite. Let me explain. My son recently asked me something that stopped me in my tracks.

He said, “Mom, when you die, will we all still be together?” (Overthinking clearly runs in the family.)

Without hesitation, I told him, “Yes, 1,000% yes.” While biology might have its rules, I believe the moments we share, the love, the lessons and the memories, all create something eternal. They defy the boundaries of time.

The way we live our lives today ripples far beyond us. It’s a comforting thought, especially in a season where so many of us carry the weight of loss.

If your heart aches for someone you’ve loved and lost, I hope you can find peace in remembering that the moments you shared keep them close. Those memories are alive.

They’re part of your celebrations, your traditions, your joys.

So as we move through this busy, beautiful, bittersweet season, let’s ask ourselves: How are we spending our time? Are we pouring it into the people and passions that matter most? Are there changes we can make to invest more deeply in the moments that bring us joy?

Let’s use this incredible gift wisely, creating memories that last far beyond our years.

Time is fleeting, but its echoes are forever. Let’s make them count.

Mother, author, entrepreneur and founder of Dandelion-Inc, Lisa Resnick wants to hear your story. Share memories with her by emailing lisa@dandelion-inc.com.