Shower timers of life.
Like blue sands through the hour glass, the days of our lives slip away. Every once in a while we must upend ourselves and see how the sand flows in a new location.
I'm currently in an occupational situation where some imperfection has clogged my timer. I could say there forever, until the water goes cold and my skin goes pruney, but I know its not a four minute shower. We all know it's not.
Or, alternatively, I can turn it over and see if the sand runs better from the other way. Or even turn it sideways and prevent the time from going anywhere.
At the end of the day, once you know you can't get any cleaner, it's time to bail out.
The dirt is gone. The water is lukewarm. ...I'm outa here!!
I'm currently in an occupational situation where some imperfection has clogged my timer. I could say there forever, until the water goes cold and my skin goes pruney, but I know its not a four minute shower. We all know it's not.
Or, alternatively, I can turn it over and see if the sand runs better from the other way. Or even turn it sideways and prevent the time from going anywhere.
At the end of the day, once you know you can't get any cleaner, it's time to bail out.
The dirt is gone. The water is lukewarm. ...I'm outa here!!