March 8, 2011

  • One Hour

    One hour is composed of four short fifteen minute bursts.
    There is no reason
    I cannot give myself one full hour to travel to and from each destination
    the one on the way to being the most needy.

    The hour on the way from can bend, stretch and wind its way around for the long haul
    it wouldn't matter.
    One hour to work to have time to not be late is what is needed.
    Fifteen minutes walking to the subway,  in case anything happens.
     Fifteen minutes walking from the subway, in case anything happens.
    A good thirty minutes actually on or waiting for the subway
    in case anything happens.

    I have a book, and a hand held device, when not underground.
    There is no reason I should not give myself this extra full hour,
    although it pains me,  like subtracting moments of my life at the whim of another.
    Sacrificial drops of blood unwillingly spent.

    This means "work requires an additional hour, at least, for travel".
       I refused to believe this until now.
    Running and sweating and breathing hard and being hot and uncomfortable are not worth it at this stage in the game.

    It is now time to stop fighting for this hour.
    I have stopped looking at this hour from the perspective of having it taken from me.
    Now I can see it for what it is,  a boulder blocking the exit.

    ...after I realize this it  becomes a little bag of sand  and I can easily carry it with me.
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Comments (2)

  • I like it.

    I've recently come to terms with the reality that a simple task that should only take 15 minutes a week anywhere else just takes 3 hours here. The fact that it SHOULD only take 15 minutes a week has been holding me up, making me stressed. The reality is that HERE it takes 3 hours. I've finally come to terms with that. I hope I can be less frazzled with this reality.

  • time seems to go too fast when you don't want it to and drags on when you want it to fly! peace, Al

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