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sunshine jen: 555
I was going to post this post yesterday. However, a variety of wacky little events made that not possible. However, it all sort of works because the piece is about time passing relentlessly. So here is my post about May 5th posted on May 6th. . .
Today is May 5, 2005, or if you were to write it in short hand, 5/5/5.
Such synchronicity and numeric balance is cause for celebration. After all, the next time, we're going to see this many fives in a row is 2055 (or 5/5/55). I think we ought to plan a big blow-out in the nursing home. Who's with me?
Time is passing. Time just keeps moving forward. The numbers keep getting higher and higher. Only a year and a month and a day ago, it was 4/4/4. Two years, two months, two days ago, it was 3/3/3. In a year, a month, and a day, it will be 6/6/6. And so forth and so on.
According to John Barton's Playing Shakespeare series, the most used word in Shakespeare is Time. There's never enough time. So much to do in it, and we can work in it faster and faster. But we never seem to be able to get it all done.
Last night, I was falling asleep thinking about all the things I want to do. It was a good feeling. I had purpose and projects to focus on. I want to do this stuff, but first I needed eight hours sleep (I love my sleep), then I'm gonna do it.
Then there were things I have to do---run here, run there, day job, errands. But I realized that I can do what I have to do as long as I do what I want to do too. (Oooo, love me that internal rhyme.)
For a long time, I had it all wrong. I spent so much time doing what I had to do that when I got around to doing what I wanted to do, I was too tired to do it. Because I was not doing what I wanted to do, I got even more tired and depressed, and then life became a self-fulfilling vortex of doom and gloom.
Doom and gloom sucks big time.
How did I manage to swim out of the doom and gloom? I can't tell you. I don't really know. Besides, you wouldn't believe me if I did.
Yes, I would make a shitty self-help guru.
But today is May 5, 2005. I think I'm gonna celebrate.
ps. . .I did celebrate.
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