26th September 2011
I just noticed that Josie’s prompt this week for her writing workshop is ‘time’ and so here I am wasting a bit more of it to write this, or at least I am pretty sure that would be my Mother’s view on it but I digress, into dangerous rant infested waters and so let’s look at time, or more precisely lack of it.
I need more hours in the day. It is really as simple as that. I have so many things I want to do and when squeezed in beside all the things I HAVE to do there is just not enough time for it all. I want to write more, take lots more photographs, follow-up on some of the amazing contacts I made on Friday night, write more, get some exercise, build the web page for the munch group we organise, write more, create a new expanded page for Sinful Sunday, and so and so on, the list is pretty endless, and did I mention, I want to write more?
You see right now I seem to be overflowing with words and thoughts and ideas and yet it is time that stops them from seeing the light of day and so many of them remain trapped inside my brain, dancing around alongside each other, each of them trying desperately to jump the waiting queue to the exit and freedom. Along the way there are casualties, as one idea overpowers another but luckily none of these are fatal, they remain stored away and at some point, when time allows, will be bought back to life and unleashed.
I don’t really think there is any solution to the time drought, just manage it better, be patient, and do the best I can but bugger me it can be so very frustrating. Not only do I have all this stuff I want to do but I want to get out and about too and that is harder than you think when 2 kids and the cost of child care are involved and then on top of all this there is something really very important that needs lots of time spent on it and that is us.
I want to lay in his arms on the sofa watching movies together, I want to have a bath together, I want to go away at the weekend and show him some of this country he finds himself in, I want to go out to dinner with him, meet up with our ever-increasing circle of fabulous friends, cook together, shop together, laugh together and love together. Luckily time is letting us do many of these things, but sometimes I do find myself wondering if maybe we need to watch movies whilst having a bath in a restaurant with our friends. Knowing some of our friends though I won’t suggest it as I suspect they might take us up on the offer.
So you see, why on earth would I decide to sit down and write this little piece when quite frankly I just don’t time? When in all honesty I should be concentrating on cooking the dinner as it is my turn tonight? Well, I have spent far too many years doing what I should be doing and I have learnt that if I keep doing that, time is really and truly going to slip through my fingers and it won’t be the ironing that gets left undone but life itself. A full , happy, crazy life that I have just started to live and so if the chicken is a little over done who cares, at least I will have spent a little bit of my day contemplating MY TIME!
Ps… I have suddenly realised that what I really need is a time machine, no, wait, a Tardis, that’s what I need!