Time, right? It’s fucking crazy. Speeding up and slowing down on a whim (and never when it is particulary convenient). Since I never do this sort of shit at the actual new year, I’ll say it now: *cue slowing swelling orchestral soundtrack* in the past year I have learned to really appreciate time. Cod, imagine if your job paid you in time instead of money!? Now there’s a science fiction story waiting to be written. Forget I said that writers looking for ideas to steal. We never had this conversation. Ehem.
But, time! I used to be all “I’m going to sit here in the sun all frickin afternoon long even though I have things, really interesting and productive and useful things, that I could be doing. Nope, I’m just going to have another cup of cofee. Mmmmmm.” Now I’m all “What’s that you say? Ten minutes to myself? Let me go finish another short story!”
Thinking about this whole strange situation yesterday, I realized I don’t want any more time than I have right now. Scarcity has made my time worth more. I get shit done. I get writing done. I am more likely to actually start and finish a book now than I ever was. Isn’t that fucking crazy? I think its fucking crazy. Maybe there really is something to the idea of getting to life your life backwards, getting to learn all the hard lessons, and then enjoy your youth with adult perspective. (Or would youth no longer be possible to enjoy with that perspective?)
We are a trying out a one-morning-a-week day care situation with Baby Pickles. If it works I will have four hours every week that I am, damn it, going to spend writing. The settling in process hasn’t been the funnest, especially when I drop her off and, upon realizing that I’m leaving her there, she looks at me with the most seethingly angry look of betrayal I have ever had pointed in my direction. But then she gets over it and has fun (allegedly), and the group serves double duty: we get one free morning a week, and she gets exposure to a bunch of other English speakers. (Right now German is winning the language race.)
What’s going on with you?
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