I have finally stopped fighting time. Not age, exactly, I think the hope in a jar will be around for some time yet. But I am tired of manipulating time. Trying to fit all the things into a tiny space and being surprised when it leaks.
Time does not bend in the ways I want it to. Things take a certain amount of time and they do not contract just because my time frame is short. And yet I try to push everything into small pockets of time and when those pockets explode at the seams they make me feel rushed and stressed. Confused as to why I couldn’t make it work. Busy. Busy. Busy. Read more