Oh Sh*t ~ What Time Is IT??
How many times have you mumbled or thought one of these:
There are never enough hours in a day!
There are never enough days in a week!
8 Days a week! (Thank you, The Beatles, for coining that phrase.)
If only I had more time!
Time flies when you’re having fun!
Spring ahead ~ nooo! We lose a precious hour during this cycle and quite frankly, it screws up mine for a week.
Fall back ~ SWEET! We get to lounge around in bed an extra 60 minutes if we’re lucky. I am deemed an unlucky one. I tend to worry my alarm won’t go off on time and I watch the seconds tick my life away until the blasted thing explodes and wakes the dead. Then and only then do I aim for the snooze button.
FYI: There’s 365 days in a year: 52 weeks: 8765.81277 hours: & 31,556,926 seconds in a year. I did not waste my time calculating this, but I did, looking it up.
Of this useless info 2,920 are spent sleeping. 24 minutes lost one way to travel back and forth to work; 7.6 hours spent at work…eh! And 2.6 hours spent doing chores. Doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for much of anything else. What exactly is time you’re wondering?
Time: the measured or measurable period during which an action, process or condition exists.
Management: the act or art of managing. Control. Direction. (To which I have none.)
Time management: Doesn’t exist within the dictionary and there in lays all of our problems!
Without a proper definition how are we to muddle our way through the day?
There’s wedding planners to get you down the isle in a timely fashion, funeral directors to scoop you up after your time’s up, traffic cops to just flat out ruin your time, travel agents to make your time worth while, but no one out there with the title of Time Managers. I think I’m onto something. Can you imagine people out there running around telling you what time it is and what you have to do? Wait a minute, hold the horses, isn’t that thing called a spouse???
Or your boss???
Shopping centers are open day and night. Gyms and fitness centers are pumping with the same enthusiasm. Gas stations and fast food joints are ready, willing and able to fuel our hot little car or the minivan and our growling bellies, but the problem is people need sleep. People need relaxation, leisure time ~ to download, unwind and feel there’s more to life than all work and no play coz let’s face it, without playtime, it makes Jack a dull boy ~ scuse me ~ girlJ
Companies want you more productive, want you to basically throw up a tent in your cubicle and give them 110% of you.
You go home and your family expects more than your employer.
There’s chores, soccer games, cheerleading meets, marketing… need I go on?
Calgon take me away? I’m gonna go out a limb and state I just dated myself with that line. Am I right???
When can we find the time to write and enjoy our time?
The answer, you’re wondering???
Ya gotta make time.
As a self proclaimed pantser, this is not going to be an easy task for me for the obvious reasons. I tend to land where the winds have blown me. That whole three steps forward, two backwards has me for a poster child ~ eh ~ matured woman, and I use the term matured looselyJ
For the record I truly am as scattered brained as I appear most days, but, I am an intelligent scatterbrain, if there is such a thing! I live for chaos. Thrive in it actually. Too much time on my hands and I tend to get into all kinds of trouble.
Sad but true. Love that song by Metallica! Sorry, mini tangent.
For me, at this point in time, until all my books hit the top 10 bestsellers list ( a girl’s gotta have dreams) my job is my 2nd priority. Family has and always will come 1st. No ifs ands or buts.
Unfortunately, saying that by 6:00- 6:30 every morning (in the bleeding dark now that it’s winter) I’m off to work for some days up to 10-12 hours. No two days are ever the same since I work with the mentally disabled, and I don’t mean my coworkers, although… there’s a few that could be tossed into the lot. Then it’s home to cook, clean, play with the dog, play with the dog some more and then maybe settle in front of this thing and hope my muse isn’t as worn out as I am.
Some days it’s a lost cause. I wake up with my face melded into my desk, drool in places it shouldn’t be and a stiff neck. Other days time flies by and I find I’ve been up all night partying with all the voices in my head giving everyone their say. I write whenever and wherever I can. Most of the time though its small allotted snippets of those sacred moments where its just me and my keyboard preparing to share our secrets to the world. Weekends work wonders, especially when you vow not to shower or come out of your cave for even food or water ~ caffeine’s a whole other beast. And now that I am embarking on a new career path, my studies will take up much of my time as well.
There’s just never enough to go around……….
Time is our most precious commodity. Treat her with kid gloves. Make time for her. Make time for you, because if you don’t life goes by in the blink of an eye and although your Timex may take a licking and keep on ticking, you won’t.
I believe the sand in my egg timer just ran out!
Eden’s Black Rose ~ Release date Feb 19th, 2010 (Happy dance time!)
*Happy New Year to each of you. I hope it is prosperous and filled with laughter and love.