WHAT’S PLAYING: Justin Bieber “Baby” (Don’t judge me.)
Time is playing tricks on me. It’s sort of like being trapped in a Dr. Who episode. (Ok, let’s just pause for a moment and reflect on how cool that would be.) As the Doctor would say, “Time has gone a bit wobbly.”
Consider the Outage. It’s scheduled to end in less than two weeks, but it feels like the 30th will never come. I’m supposed to get my braces off in December, but I suspect that sixty years from now, I’ll still have a mouth full of metal wires and brackets. Then there’s my diet. I’ve been on it about 3 weeks and have cheated six times. (Again, don’t judge me.) I promised myself to stay strong and stick with it until Thanksgiving, at which time I will be free to stuff my face. And again, I’m sure that Turkey Day will never, ever come.
On the other hand, I have deadlines looming over me, each one whispering snarky little comments about how I don’t have a chance in hell of meeting them. I set the goal to finish my novel by the end of the year, and yet I’m still struggling through the second draft. I’m also planning a trip to England next year to attend the Discworld convention, and I want to save up enough money to allow for a pleasant vacation. And yet, the clock keeps ticking and my bank account remains distressingly low, despite the extra bucks I’ve made the last few weeks.
So, you see, time has gone all wobbly. (At least, it has in my head.) I can feel the deadlines breathing down my neck while the things I actually want to happen remain stubbornly out of reach. I suppose I should get used to this feeling of time being out of joint. As a writer, I’ll have to deal with deadlines fairly often.
Let’s face it, there will always be something to look forward to and something to dread. I guess the trick is to focus on the things I can change, like writing a bit every day and being more frugal with money. The other things will come with time – just never soon enough for me.