"Fat and Skinny
had a race
up and down the pillowcase
Skinny said it wasn't fair
'Cause he lost his underwear"
I just thought of this little game/song because I am having this recurring feeling every day that
Who would win a race? Me or time? I'm putting my money on time.
I haven't felt this "race" feeling since I was laid off my job in 2009. It has returned. No matter how much I put my nose to the keyboard, I don't accomplish nearly as much as I intend to.
I need to do so many things, yet time clicks its little tongue at me and laughs each hour away.
Today, I literally spent ALL DAY writing an article for a job I may or may not have. It's a good job though, writing about Young Adult Literature. It's in my niche. I wrote a book review about Rakesh Satyal's Blue Boy and I hope I get accepted as as a writer for the site (I'm keeping it incognito) because I want to post that review. I'm quite proud of my review and love that book so much I want to sing its praises to the world.
LLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH (that's me singing praises, lol)
But seriously, I wish I could just get this metaphysical race outta my head. I hate this feeling. It makes me not sleep well. It makes me tired, it makes my brain hurt.
I need to have a better relationship with time so I can relax a little :)
|“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” Henry Van Dyke|