January is almost coming to a close and I have yet to work on the things that I have wanted to. To say it was lacking on my part is only part of the story, for there is another story, time. Yes, time can be evil and it can be wasted. On my part, time is not wasted for it is eaten away by the hours that it takes to work and to sleep. Sleep is a precious thing not to have in one’s life.
Let’s face it, we have all heard the phrase: there is not enough hours in the day. This is true and because there is not enough hours in the day sometimes I’m having a hard time fitting in my writing. It’s not to say that I don’t want to write, for I do. It’s just that when you work late hours and have to get up in the morning after getting maybe a couple of hours of sleep at a time, writing has to sit on the back burner sometimes, or have to wait for the weekend.
Am I happy about this? No, I am not. When I am not writing, I’m usually depressed for writing brings me joy and happiness for it gives me a chance to play with words. I love playing with words in a story. Experimenting with story elements and details that I never thought were truly possible. When I am not getting the chance to write, I am depressed, like I said and worse angry.
Yes, we writers when we do not get to do the thing that brings us joy in our lives, tend to have a wide range of emotions. Granted, in society there is a heightened sense of frustrations, depending on what you are experiencing from a government shut down, to teachers going out on strike, and everything else going on abroad. It can be daunting not to be able to put those feelings into words.
I wish that there were more hours in the day, for I would use that writing time wisely, and not use it to seek out what is going on with Facebook, Twitter, or any other social media platform. I even have to admit that I need to work on time management skills but there are also circumstances where time management cannot take into account the forces that take place outside of what we can control.
One of those forces is death, falls, and the occasional relying on others to accomplish tasks, and for these forces time is eaten and wasted away before your very eyes. I might be sounding cryptic but when you chose to do a job that is for doing the greater good, such as making deliveries to assisted living centers and sometimes health centers, you have to rely on those that work on these centers, there are many things that you have to take into account. One of those is making sure that your impatience is checked at the door.
Yes, patience is a virtue and that is something special that some people can manage better than others. But sometimes when you are trying to make deadlines, it is a bit hard to keep your patience meter in check. Especially when you are only going on maybe four hours of sleep.
While I have a lack of sleep, there is the other side of the coin that says that you are helping people. Helping people more and more each day, which is something that you can never do sitting behind a desk at an office door. This job has shown me that at the end of the day, no matter what age you are, sooner or later we will all have to have help for time has a nasty streak somewhere running in its veins.
Yup, time will catch up with us all whether we like it or not. But I hope before then I find away to concur the wasted time that I do not currently have to write, or that we all find that we are lacking in our lives.