#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.
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
Tagged: #BeReal, #BeREALationships, Chaos, CONSTANT, life, MANAGEMENT, POETRY, Time, Time management
