Once again, I find myself staring at the clock on wall, waiting for the last hour or so to pass on by. Work is demanding, yet utterly boring, and I can’t help but wonder why; why we continue to walk through that door five days a week.
The answer is simple, cold and selfish; because of the pay cheque at the end of every month.
Although it sounds terrible, there are few things possible without it.
It’s a shame the amount of time we spend at work every day, every year. And yet the time we have away on holiday, spending that hard earned cash seems like an extremely small slice of sweetener that is simply too short to satisfy one fully; it is nothing more than a teaser.
Merely a few weeks ago I was counting down the days, wishing them away, and now I am struggling to cope when I realise another day has gone by. You’re leaving on the 11th… that’s so soon! I feel like we haven’t even accomplished half of what we should have. There is so much more to be done.. So many more things you will need to see before leaving!!
That little white rabbit is me, forever fighting against the time instead of finding peace with it. Forever wishing it would pass by faster or to crawl by slower. Never happy with the consistent speed, which has never and will never change. Still, I look at the clock every 5 minutes; as if simply knowing the time will cause the universe to slow down or speed up, to match the speed of MY own heart beat.
Though, there is still time. Time is misleading. There are still days; 19 Days.
Christmas is approaching fast. Everything is just about ready for the family, 20 of us this year. It’s going to be messy for sure, no doubt about it.
Shortly after Christmas we have the Boxing-Day Races and new years, followed by the last week of tourist sites and pub crawls. We still need to do a one day road trip for your eyebrow piercing, and my tongue; we will fit it in. We will do everything.
After all, the days are longer in summer, aren’t they?
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