Confusion is nothing new.
So sang Cyndi Lauper in the song βTime After Timeβ, which was going to be the title of this post, and then I thought the title I went with had just a little more oomph.
Every now and then, I find myself ahead of time. I have time on my hands. I can do whatever I need to do, and still have hours left to do it all again if I wanted to.
Lately, Iβm meeting myself coming backwards. Iβve gone full circle, and instead of time being on my hands, I am now, once again, at the mercy of time.
I start to do something, check the time, and notice ninety minutes have gone by. It was only a three minute job β why did it take ninety minutes?
Iβve stopped asking.
I know, that soon, things will flip again, and Iβll be ahead of time. Again.
For a while.
Then, things will flip again, and Iβll be trying to catch up again.
I need to find the middle ground, but until I do, Iβll be lurching from racing-dude to taking-it-easy-man every other minute / day / week / month or so.
I donβt notice the transitions β I just find myself inside these little βchronal pocketsβ β Iβm either slowly watching things fly by me at warp speed, or Iβm stuck in a slow motion world.
Things are flying by me right now. Even now that I schedule these posts, and Iβm ahead of the game in writing the post, Iβm behind on reading and commenting on the blogs I follow.
I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.
The drum beats out of time.
I will get back to visiting and commenting very soon.
Time after timeβ¦
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