My Day Part 2

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I had plans to write a second entry once I got a little more writing done, but as usual I got distracted by the TV and my finishing my book review for Ocean Light took longer than I anticipated. I'm still struggling to finish my Alec and Magnus story. I can't seem to get to the point I want to be at. Maybe I'm still working at it from the wrong angle. I've got part of it right I think, but maybe I need to jump a little further ahead or something. It's so aggravating not to know. It's so frustrating to feel like there's a story there and not be able to articulate it. It's infuriating to feel so constantly stuck. Maybe I should try writing something else entirely, I don't know, but April is winding down and I do not have a lot of time left to get my 1,500 word story finished. And April is way too early to take a bye month considering what the rest of my year looks like. Time, man, time keeps speeding up.

I know I’ve said this before about how someone told me that the older you get, the faster time passes and I know I’ve been mind boggled about it before but honestly that feels even more true today than it did the last time I said it. It feels like time is moving ridiculously quickly and that it’s just slipping through my fingers constantly. I hardly ever feel that slow molasses movement of time any more. I feel like those days of checking the clock thinking thirty minutes have passed when it’s really only been five don’t happen any more. And maybe they don’t and maybe it’s not a bad thing most of the time. Most of the time it means that I’m not hating my life, that I’m not bored or angry or unhappy with my job. Those are definitely good things. At the same time, I feel like I need a minute to breathe. That I can’t catch my breath because it’s all gone so fast. I’m trying to make the most of every minute, but I can’t tell if I am or not because I don’t have the time to reflect on those minutes. I suppose that’s not entirely true. Writing this is a form of reflecting on the minutes and making a point to blather on like this is probably the best way for me to process my life. Maybe when it comes down to it, I just wish I had a little more time in my days somehow, but I guess that’s almost everyone.