January 5th, 2003

Dancing Thru

Tick, tick, tick...

I spend my life chased by a crocodile with a clock, rather like the white rabbit saying "I'm late, I'm late!" but with a sense that if I don't keep moving, the crocodile is going to eat me. There are so many things to do, so few hours in days. I wonder how folks have time to surf the web, to watch TV, to do any number of things. I'm always multitasking. If Iron Chef is on, it's because I'm doing something else in the background (often two or three somethings).
I spend two hours with friend x, and two hours with friend y, and try to do my yard work, laundry, cook a real dinner, and read constantly, all at the same time. In my "copious free time" away from my job. (Though I joke that if I didn't have a job, I'd work myself into a nervous breakdown, because I'd then have all day to try to do everything under the sun. I'm superwoman, complete type A, but I just wish I was better at it.
People say you should take time to smell the flowers. I do. It's just I schedule it in. After all, there's always a shadow of Death peering over my shoulder, saying "How much time do you think you have? Are you sure? Better make every moment count..." I know whenever Old Boney comes for me, it will still be with me trying to get one last bit in before I leave. If I had twelve lifetimes, I know I couldn't do everything I want to do. Maybe that's why folks get fixated on immortality...
Back to multitasking..
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