Time is a never ending issue.
Time is something that we can never seem to get enough of. Or something that’s a burden, there is simply too much of it. Ever spent time in jail? Give it a shot, you’ll see what I mean. Or maybe just a doctor’s waiting room, that seems less severe...
Wether we want more of it to complete whatever it is we’re doing or too much of it in between the things we desire, there always seems to be a quarrel with time.
Time flies when you’re having fun and drags when you’re miserable.
For those that incessantly work, there is never enough, and one desperately dreams of free time to relax.
That has always been my complaint, (the above). And that it always seems like there is always too much of it in between the things I want. Poor me.
But once a busy individual gets a break, that free time never seems to be as good as the thought of it. And hell, isn’t that how it is with most things in life? Everything looks better on the shelf.
Having free time, off time, is always something I yearn for and look forward to, but when the time comes for me to get it, I don’t know what the hell to do with it.
I find myself anxious and even morose.
My mother has repeatedly told me throughout my life that I always, "had to have the band playing", so to speak. I guess that’s true.
Great gaps of time, time in which I would love to fill with spa days and hours upon hours of writing, naps and peaceful reflection don’t turn out the way I'd like them to. Pleasant and restful.
Instead my head goes rampant. Every doubt and worry comes to the surface. My subconscious screeching, “haha, now I can get you!”
An idol mind really is the Devil’s Playground. I’ve never had any peace with it. It turns me into a sick and anxious animal. Great lengths of time, as minimal as week is enough to drive me mad. The curse of the creative and intelligent. There’s too much going on up there to be able to enjoy sitting still. I’ve never been a good sloth. Sometimes I wish I were, just like I wish I were ignorant, so I could be blissfully happy and not see the crap side of life. But that’s not my lot in life. I’m too aware for my own good.
But that awareness has allowed me to succeed, create and given me the drive to always strive for more and more, to reach the fullness in life that can only be achieved through hard work and diligence.
Time is a messy business and never seems to do what we want. I guess with time, just as in life, we must make the most of it. Use it wisely. Not wear ourselves down, but keep going and stopping to rest for adequate yet proportionate increments of time. Keep an even keel and keep the ship going and afloat.
With my break and the move, I’ve learned fully that idol time and I are not friends. So it’s time to get back to work. Time to start building my new future here. My off days are over, I’ll take them when I need them. No more breaks, just keeping the pace.
I’m just going to make use of it and stop bitching and whining about not having enough or having too much.
We make our own path and with spring and the Chaste Moon on the horizon, it’s time to get started.
Sorry for all my fretting, Father Time. I’ve got it sorted now. I’m exiting the Devil’s Playground. I suggest you all do the same...
For further reading:
Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
and
There's No Good Campfires Left In Hell on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H7CZ590
Or Paperback at http://www.lulu.com/shop/kate-monahan/theres-no-good-campfires-left-in-hell/paperback/product-21276242.html
Time is something that we can never seem to get enough of. Or something that’s a burden, there is simply too much of it. Ever spent time in jail? Give it a shot, you’ll see what I mean. Or maybe just a doctor’s waiting room, that seems less severe...
Wether we want more of it to complete whatever it is we’re doing or too much of it in between the things we desire, there always seems to be a quarrel with time.
Time flies when you’re having fun and drags when you’re miserable.
For those that incessantly work, there is never enough, and one desperately dreams of free time to relax.
That has always been my complaint, (the above). And that it always seems like there is always too much of it in between the things I want. Poor me.
But once a busy individual gets a break, that free time never seems to be as good as the thought of it. And hell, isn’t that how it is with most things in life? Everything looks better on the shelf.
Having free time, off time, is always something I yearn for and look forward to, but when the time comes for me to get it, I don’t know what the hell to do with it.
I find myself anxious and even morose.
My mother has repeatedly told me throughout my life that I always, "had to have the band playing", so to speak. I guess that’s true.
Great gaps of time, time in which I would love to fill with spa days and hours upon hours of writing, naps and peaceful reflection don’t turn out the way I'd like them to. Pleasant and restful.
Instead my head goes rampant. Every doubt and worry comes to the surface. My subconscious screeching, “haha, now I can get you!”
An idol mind really is the Devil’s Playground. I’ve never had any peace with it. It turns me into a sick and anxious animal. Great lengths of time, as minimal as week is enough to drive me mad. The curse of the creative and intelligent. There’s too much going on up there to be able to enjoy sitting still. I’ve never been a good sloth. Sometimes I wish I were, just like I wish I were ignorant, so I could be blissfully happy and not see the crap side of life. But that’s not my lot in life. I’m too aware for my own good.
But that awareness has allowed me to succeed, create and given me the drive to always strive for more and more, to reach the fullness in life that can only be achieved through hard work and diligence.
Time is a messy business and never seems to do what we want. I guess with time, just as in life, we must make the most of it. Use it wisely. Not wear ourselves down, but keep going and stopping to rest for adequate yet proportionate increments of time. Keep an even keel and keep the ship going and afloat.
With my break and the move, I’ve learned fully that idol time and I are not friends. So it’s time to get back to work. Time to start building my new future here. My off days are over, I’ll take them when I need them. No more breaks, just keeping the pace.
I’m just going to make use of it and stop bitching and whining about not having enough or having too much.
We make our own path and with spring and the Chaste Moon on the horizon, it’s time to get started.
Sorry for all my fretting, Father Time. I’ve got it sorted now. I’m exiting the Devil’s Playground. I suggest you all do the same...
For further reading:
Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
and
There's No Good Campfires Left In Hell on Amazon/Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H7CZ590
Or Paperback at http://www.lulu.com/shop/kate-monahan/theres-no-good-campfires-left-in-hell/paperback/product-21276242.html