November 3, 2014 by bck1402
It’s all relative, after all.
Maybe I’m just getting things done a little slower than I used to. Or my pace has remained the same and time is just ticking by a little faster.
It sure didn’t move this fast a few decades back. Go out and play a while; explore a park; run around with a few friends – just be home to clean up before dinner. How time stretched out then.
Now, I’m trying to catch up on a few shows, a movie here or there (finally got around to The Book of Life, reviewed here), finish up reading a book (Greg Rucka’s Alpha, now just have to wait for Bravo to make it to paperback), getting some writing in on a personal project/script/perhaps book… trying to set up my new tsū page (feel free to click and join me, or was I being rash ~scratch scratch~ in signing up for that?), knock off a drawing or two, not to mention the few articles I’ve read and thought that just maybe I could do a write up about them here… That’s still to come.
Add to that the week-nightly work of teaching English to teenagers who aren’t very very very keen to learn, and it does get a touch tiring at times. Even sleep. Where’s the time for that?
It’s about over twenty minutes since I started this… did the time just zip by? Doesn’t look like I’ve written that much. Or is it because of the correcting-on-the-fly-where-i-can that’s slowing me down.
Maybe it’s just the internet?
Or media saturation… it’s just everywhere.
Something is stealing time.
That’s for sure.
Because there’s just never enough anymore.