Sorry, I can’t… I work in 3 hours.
Greedy with my time, I don’t like rushing and I hate time limits. I’m a clock-watcher and with every second that passes a panic-seed is planted.
Plans for the day consume my soul until it’s time to leave or begin these preplanned [not a big deal at all, totally normal] activities. I can’t start cleaning up the house, I can’t sit down to work on my book and leaving the house to run some errands is out of the question. I don’t want to run out of time.
You would think that because of this I would be an habitually early person, but I’m not…I’m always late. There are medications for these types of issues but I’d actually rather just accept that it’s the way I am.
Enjoying myself can have its downfall – as I countdown the number of hours or minutes that remain until the fun ends I have to remind myself that two hours and 46 minutes is actually a pretty decent chunk of time.
Does anyone else feel like time, as if it’s an actual physical being, is constantly working against you? I think we have an unhealthy relationship, there is either never enough or way too much.
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? :Dr. Seuss