This post is about time. How time speeds up and slows down, seemingly arbitrarily. It's quite apropos as my last blog post was ages ago. And why? I think there are lots of reasons. I'm happy. I'm surrounded by great family and friends who I want to live life with and writing out my thoughts doesn't really play into that as heavily anymore. And I'm really busy. This is the kind of busy where you forget to eat and have no food in your fridge. I feel like I've gone from bored out of my mind (i.e. extensive menu planning, online shopping and personal emails at work), to trying to find time to grab a coffee. I'm not complaining, mind you. I like it. I also like balance. I'm sure I'll get there.
Trying to find time to hang out with my guy can be a challenge too. He's busy just like me, and I think most nights we're exhausted, get (to our respective) homes late and just try to feed ourselves/vegetate on the couch. The last couple of days have been a banger (for both) and I was excited to receive free tickets to the Opera. He's never been and I kind of really like that kind of stuff. Thus goes the following scenario:
"What time does it start?"
"7:30"
"Urghhhhhh, yeah I think I can swing that. Can you pick me up from work?"
Then at 5:30 as I'm wrapping up my last meeting I text to find out where he's at. Might not be done till at least 7. I worry about eating (I know, I know, first world problems) cause I can't remember lunch and I'm starting to get hangry. End up grabbing him around 6:30 on the way home and, surprise surprise, no food to make in my fridge (there is ALWAYS beer though).
I collapse on my bed with a beer and can't be bothered to figure out a solution.
Tick tock. Show's gonna start soon. We're both hungry. What do we do?
A&W. Drive thru. In the car.
We end up only 10 minutes late.
I only fall asleep twice. Once because she took too long to die.
Best sleep of my life.
