Time – you remember the song from the Rolling Stones – Time is on my side
Well, time is not on my side – I always feel rushed – always under the gun.
It is Sunday and I really wanted to be outside, start in the kitchen preparing today’s and this week’s meals, then enjoying the yard and pool. Instead, I am in front of the computer trying to write a post about time- and the pressure of having to get it all done by a certain time of day – which probably was about 4 hours ago!
I always felt this way, ten years ago when I was feeling the magnitude of the pressure of having a child at the age of 41 – and that I probably only had minutes for it to work, well, minutes turned into months and months followed for a few more years before I said enough was enough –
Time is abstract and tangible all at the same time – and if you live like I do, that last second counts too. Time haunts me even when I do laundry; minutes are added for every feature on the washer. In the morning, I made it an art form, getting the maximum seconds before I have to get everyone out the door.
Timing has always been an issue – the minutes I waste- the minutes I need– the years behind me are gone and a decade looms before me screaming; Hurry your wasting time.
Now I have to end this post because my family wants to have ice cream and watch a movie and I really want to join them.
