…time never goes our way, but we still find ourselves mad at it. Trying to control it. Planning every hour. Every minute. Hell, every second.
I’m often mad at time. Swear I’m on top of it and it runs from beneath me. I often hate the end of time. End of vacations. End of shows. End of weekends.
I think I’m becoming bad at time.
We’re… scratch that. I’m suppose to value time. Be appreciative of it. A lot of people don’t have any. Most get it snatched from them. [Prison. Death…. more so death.] The latter is what I fear most. Having experienced another death in my family… a bit too close for my liking, time has escaped me this summer.
I just knew that I was going to be galavanting. Handling my health stuff, which quite frankly, I’ve been skating with (away from). Reading my long TBR list. Got a book I need to read for work in the next two days that I couldn’t give a damn about.
Is there anything in there about time?
Biggest lesson: stop waiting on people to do things. Time flies when you wait… on people. [Need me to say it again? Repeat it to yourself.] Waiting for someone to call you. Waiting for the perfect time to do something… with people. Waiting for people to think of you.
People. People. People.
[insert whomever you like.]
It’s stupid.
Bump that.
Have I not learned anything?
Even if time is wasted, waste that sh*t on yourself. Hell, can’t be mad at yourself for too long, right?
That time with my family taught me that time needs to be limited with my family. Ha. It’s pretty funny and sad at the same time that I anticipate chaos EVERY time.
Damn shame, but back to what I was saying.
As I lay in this cabin, yes. I said cabin.
I’m stuck on this thing called time.
Time to go home.
Time’s up on this reservation.
No more time to waste not reading that damn book.
Time to get ready to go back to work.
Didn’t spend enough time on myself. Mental health. Health health. Self care.
Lost time traveling back and forth to be devastated.
Lost time to relax being extremely anxietal flying. [Is that a word? Sounds funny. Jokes aside, I need to see a doctor for that.]
Didn’t sleep enough. Spent too much time, up. Staring.
I’ve been exhausted. Consumed by the lack of time.
See how that goes?
Funny, funny thing.
Six weeks off from work wasn’t enough time for me to realize that I shouldn’t be clocking time.
There’ll be another time…
Right?
Dammit.
Til the hour hand on the grandfather clock flies,
Ella.
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