I’m sitting here in my living room thinking about time.  Time is a finite thing, yet one has the perception that it moves faster or slower depending on what you are doing.  And a lot of us think there is not enough time in the day to get everything done.

From work to play to studying to your favorite hobby, time seems to be of the essence.  What exactly does that mean?  The world has come to the point where time drives everything from store openings and closings, seasons, buses, when to get things done. 

To me, I sat here thinking it’s almost 8 pm, what have I done all day?  Did I really just sit here and watch 10 hours of telly and not notice the time?  Did I even eat anything?  I honestly cannot remember, now I cannot seem to stop stuffing my face.  Okay, I am not eating now, but I have a sleeve of chocolate chip cookies at my elbow.  So, I was thinking where did the time go?  Should I be doing something else?  Should I be doing something more productive?

 I have always thought that I would have enough time in my life to do the things that I wanted.  But it goes back to the sense of what do I want to do.  I currently live in another country and there is so much I can do, but don’t I?  What is it in me that stops me or convinces or rationalizes in my brain not to do something, or do something? 

I’m sitting here already thinking about when I have to leave tomorrow because of traffic, rain and when the casino opens so I can begin my audit.  For this I need to be there at a certain time.  Again, time always driving the way we do things.

Maybe I wonder if I stopped thinking about the time it takes to do things and just do whatever . . .  yeah right, like that would ever happen.  Hmmm, it’s still raining.  Hopefully, it will not be raining too hard tomorrow since I have to drive through it.

Oh well . . . time’s a wasting.