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The Time Factor.

I must be doing something wrong. There must be something that I’m missing in this grand scheme called life. I look around. I see people in real life having dinner with friends, enjoying drinks, spending hours at the gym. They laugh, they have fun. And they have all the time in the world to do so.

I read blog posts. I see tweets. Same deal. People out having fun, having a grand time with all the time in the world. They seem relaxed. At ease. Ready to par-tay. Woo woo!

I must have signed up for a shortened timeline or something. I feel like my life is frenetic. Packed to the seams with events and activities. And we’re not even that sociable. Sleep, eat, work, eat, gym, repeat. It doesn’t feel treadmill-like, it just feels like I don’t have enough time.

I’m organized. That’s all working and has made things better, but after dinner, working out at the gym and then trying to fold a load of laundry, it’s time for bed. Time to rinse and repeat.

Maybe this is part of some two-decade long mid-life crisis. There’s so many things, both big and little that I still want to do. So many little projects that I want to escape into. So many people I want to meet, so many places I want to see. But who has the time? Something is consuming all of my time.

And I don’t have the time to figure out what it is.

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  1. Funny you mention that. But I wonder where all this time seems to come from as well. I feel like I don’t have enough to do the things I just *have* to do, let alone *want* to do. Maybe there’s some pill they take so they don’t have to sleep?

    1. I wonder the same thing and I have no idea how people with kids and the like manage all of it. We barely have time to cook supper, let alone keep the house clean, get laundry done or enjoy a hobby. Maybe it’s the shortened winter days that is contributing to this

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