How fast does time go? Is it faster than a speeding bullet, traveling quicker than a blink of light?
Some days, the hours' passage seems moored in granite, unwilling and unable to move off the mark. This week, though, I check the date and time and sit back in astonishment. Already Thursday and the end of September?
Today seems even worse. A light work schedule - read that to mean a number of meetings were last minute cancellations - opened up my calendar. Having been spending hours before my work computer wrestling with new issues and knowledge this week, I took the time today to escape. Now, hours later, I'm astonished to see my allotted time has expired. But I've just begun to write, I protest. I still have more to read. And there's still half a cup of coffee remaining.
It's tempting to think, let me just turn back the clock. I'll just add an hour. Would that be a better life if we could fold in additional hours of activity? I think that could be addictive.
But I can't just add in an extra hour and I need to return to work. There is another meeting scheduled and more analysis required. Analysis is always required. Reluctantly, I prepare to close my novel and associated documents, shut my browser and turn off my machine. I can't help but sigh as I finish my cold Mexican mocha - now with a skim of milk on its surface - and leave my characters behind.
Time to quit writing like crazy. Back to life.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com