When Do You Have Time?

I am not sure where time goes. I am not the first to say it, but time just speeds up as you get older. Sometimes, I get caught up thinking - it was already four months ago that I moved to Tucson, six months since I got back from New Zealand, three years since I left for New Zealand, and almost four years since I graduated from college. Now, it might not seem so shocking to you. I mean, people grow up, it happens. But when did I become an adult? I still don't even think of myself as one and I am sure grandmas in their 90s sometimes don't feel like it either.

On a more day-to-day basis, I am unsure how to pack my life into these tiny things called days. Working is really cramping my style. Don't get me wrong; I like my jobs. Both of them. I like teaching, I like the challenge, I like the kids, I like the work. But it sure is time-consuming. Think about that phrase. I am picturing the greater-than-alligator (you know the one; we all heard about him when learning about math in grade school) eating up the minutes on clocks. After working two jobs, doing laundry, dishes, making food, preparing for the next day, who has time to live anymore?? Two weeks in a row, I simply had no time to watch a new show that I like. It's only a half hour. I never even remembered to try to fit it in my schedule.

I guess these are the years to put the hard work in because I'm young, blah blah blah. But I don't want this to become a habit. Then, you hit 80 and realize you forgot to retire and you haven't a clue how to have some good old fashioned down time.

The moment I'm rich, I'm quitting my job. :)

The sad part is that we all know I'm lying. If I won the lottery tonight, even in the billions or something, I'd still show up at work on Monday. I blame you, Mom and Dad. :)