#BeReal-MY RELATIONSHIP WITH TIME

Time.

We manipulate it somehow.  The world does. Or society does with our schedules and our routines.  Our calendars and the way we mark off the years.  The way we pencil in meetings and make plans that we either rush towards or cancel.

Time.

It is the one constant. A rigid passing that we can count on.  Yet we turn it into a chaotic rhyme.  I surmise it is because we are aging and it is the inevitability that time will carry death to our door at any moment that keeps us marking time.

Time.

My relationship with time has been tortured.  I wake up and I rush.  Everyday.  Busy.  I am stealing moments of calm.  I am carving out seconds for love and kindness.  But the majority of my time is spent trying to keep organized enough to not fall horribly behind.

Tick Tock.

Time is powerful.    I simply have not been able to keep up with time’s pace and it doesn’t care.  Time does not negotiate.

Time.

You are both the efficiency and quality control expert in your life.  Prioritize.  Live in the moment.  Eliminate waste.  Time does not care if you are friend or foe it has a job to do and it does that job for you.

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TIME’S CHAOTIC RHYME

There is a hole in the wall

That needs to be fixed

Laundry piled up

Waiting to be burned

Counters to be cleaned

Dust, dust, dust

Just keeps showing up

Lunch dates, dinner dates

Work dates, play dates

Writing schedules

Sports schedules

Doctor schedules

School schedules

Birthday parties

Premier parties

Product parties

Holiday parties

Favors here

Favors there

Tik tik tik tik

Stop stop stop

Tok tok tok tok

Stop stop stop

I can’t keep up

I’m falling behind

I’m getting lost

In times chaotic

Ticking rhyme