Do you have the time?
Currently I am at work killing time.
And I’m getting quite good at it.
I don’t want to be one of those people who never do anything at work.
I just want to be one of those people this week.
My improv class starts back up again tonight, but there are rumblings among the student that they would like to move it to Sunday evenings - which would be fine by me. So I might have my Friday nights free again. More time for me.
Busy weekend coming up. Kitefliers workshop on Sunday. I’m so excited that I’ll just let you insert your favorite panties reference here. Time well spent.
Spending tomorrow with friends from high school and their new-ish baby. I just hope I don’t have to hear about babies for the whole day. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll hold the baby, I’ll play with the baby, I actually kind of like babies. They’re an easy laugh. Passing time.
Then the time will come in the day where I will hear 1,001 reasons why I’d be such a great mom. I know that I would be a great lot of things, that doesn’t mean I want to do them or be them. Bad timing.
Clocks are funny things. With some people they tick so fast you don’t know where the time went. With others seconds go by so slow you feel like you’re walking through a wade pool. Some clocks just never synchronize - no matter how often you reset them. Someone is always running behind or showing up too early.
A secret: If you ever want to know when I really don’t give a damn about a day, I won’t wear my watch. That’s when I am completely uninhibited. Free time.
I learned how to tell time when I was just barely 3. I have worn a watch from the time I was about 6. I was the responsible one that made sure everybody got where they needed to be. Time keeper.
My first watch was Strawberry Shortcake. It was digital, and my great-grandfather was sure I would grow up retarded if I had a digital watch. Old timer.
I spend a lot of time thinking about time and then usually berate myself for the time I wasted worrying about time. Wasting time use to kill me. LA killed me for that very reason. Lost time.
Now I don’t know if you can really loose time. Lately I see the point of everything I have gone through and realize that all has happened for a reason. In its own time.
Which is really the only time you can count on.
And I’m getting quite good at it.
I don’t want to be one of those people who never do anything at work.
I just want to be one of those people this week.
My improv class starts back up again tonight, but there are rumblings among the student that they would like to move it to Sunday evenings - which would be fine by me. So I might have my Friday nights free again. More time for me.
Busy weekend coming up. Kitefliers workshop on Sunday. I’m so excited that I’ll just let you insert your favorite panties reference here. Time well spent.
Spending tomorrow with friends from high school and their new-ish baby. I just hope I don’t have to hear about babies for the whole day. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll hold the baby, I’ll play with the baby, I actually kind of like babies. They’re an easy laugh. Passing time.
Then the time will come in the day where I will hear 1,001 reasons why I’d be such a great mom. I know that I would be a great lot of things, that doesn’t mean I want to do them or be them. Bad timing.
Clocks are funny things. With some people they tick so fast you don’t know where the time went. With others seconds go by so slow you feel like you’re walking through a wade pool. Some clocks just never synchronize - no matter how often you reset them. Someone is always running behind or showing up too early.
A secret: If you ever want to know when I really don’t give a damn about a day, I won’t wear my watch. That’s when I am completely uninhibited. Free time.
I learned how to tell time when I was just barely 3. I have worn a watch from the time I was about 6. I was the responsible one that made sure everybody got where they needed to be. Time keeper.
My first watch was Strawberry Shortcake. It was digital, and my great-grandfather was sure I would grow up retarded if I had a digital watch. Old timer.
I spend a lot of time thinking about time and then usually berate myself for the time I wasted worrying about time. Wasting time use to kill me. LA killed me for that very reason. Lost time.
Now I don’t know if you can really loose time. Lately I see the point of everything I have gone through and realize that all has happened for a reason. In its own time.
Which is really the only time you can count on.