I'm participating in the Blogging from A-Z Challenge again this year. Today's post is brought to you by the letter T.
It seems like there is never enough time for anything. During the week I'm stretched thin as I try to juggle work and family. When I try to slow down for a minute to catch my breath, or selfishly indulge in a hobby or rest, it puts me even further behind and I have to work twice as hard to catch back up. If I'm being completely honest, it can become overwhelming and more often than not, I question whether this is what adult life is really supposed to be like.
The weekends are never long enough. Time flies by so fast that one minute I'm clocking out on Friday and the next I'm foolishly trying to get things settled Sunday night in preparation for Monday morning. The clock moves twice as fast on the weekends. There's rarely a dull moment, and whether we're just lounging around or trying to make progress on our to-do list, the minutes just keep ticking by at lightning speed.
On a larger scale, time is cruel and takes people we love too soon. There wasn't enough time to tell them our true feelings, to right wrongs, or simply just bask in their presence. Here today, gone tomorrow. Losing people you love, hearing the news of long lost friends who have passed, or even seeing the name of someone famous dying, makes you face your own mortality. It makes it impossible to ignore the fact that life is short. When will our time come? How many more conversations will you have with someone before one of you is gone?
I didn't set out to be a downer with this post. This happens when I'm excessively tired, which I have been today. Why am I tired? Because there aren't enough hours in the day for me to do what needs to be done and get adequate sleep. There's just never enough time.