Time Has Never Been On Anyone’s Side

Is there an opposite to writer’s block?

I’ve got the ideas.

I’m just so lacking in the time.

And, some days, the focus.

Scattered. Full. Divided. Distracted.

These are the running themes of my days as of late.

Phrases from songs, like anthems, play through my brain.

“All I want is nothing to do.”

Standing in the kitchen this afternoon, Riley looked at the clock.

“What?  It’s only four p.m.?  Man, this day is just dragging by.”

I stared at her.

Ah, perspective.

I haven’t felt like a day was dragging by in the last ten years.  At least.

I don’t even know what a dragging by day would feel like.

(I’d be okay with finding out though.)

My days feel breakneck.

I keep trying to throw my arms around the mornings and the afternoons and all the in-betweens.

And the pity is ….. Lord willing, I know drag by days are in my future just as they surely were in my forgotten past.

Why does it always seem to be feast or famine?

Why can’t we mix up more of the drag by days with the faster than blinking days?

Surely someone has figured out that ratio by now.

But that person is not me.

It’s a season.

There’s some real comfort in that cliche.

And I know I’m in the speedy years.

Which means I have less time to write if I want more time to live.

More time to hug and to listen and to teach the kids how to play Pit and to take Riley out to try on dresses means less time to sit at a keyboard and ponder what things mean.

I’ll keep my hands loosely to the pen and seize what I can and find a way to thrive in the balance of the now-busy and the future different-than-now.

I will declare that Enough.