Are we there yet?

I'm finding myself wishing my time away, far too often.

For 5 days out of seven, I am looking towards being at another day in my life.

I'm not saying that I don't get any value and treasures from these days that pass and get called 'the working week', because I wouldn't want to do nothing all day, but it just feels like such a waste sometimes! Know what I mean?

I interact well, I enjoy being useful and busy, and take pride in being consciencious.

But there are so many other ways that I could happily spend my life doing all of those things, that I find myself wishing my time away, to the hours that will be mine and I can relax.

I have often wondered what I'd do if I didn't have to work (say, if I won the lottery or something) and I like to think I'd volunteer my time.
Having said that, I remember talking to a friend about this once and saying that I think that's what I'd do, and she said 'Bollocks to that mate! I'd pay someone to do my good deeds!'

So I still wonder...........

Working full-time, the hours I get to really chill and catch up with myself are less and less, because there is so much needs doing that I have no time to do in the week;

shopping in one go instead of fresh every day, and battling the crowds of others having to do the same,

the washing that gets neglected in favour of wearing something that's already hanging and ironed,

changing the beds, so you can time it for at least one lay-in in crisp, new sheets,

fitting in a social life, when all you want to do is put on jim-jams and big socks, smoke a joint or have a drink, and eat things you shouldn't.

And those weekends, holidays, or just precious moments doing what you want to do instead of what you have to do, fly by so fast. Is that something to do with Relativity? I think I read that in Bill Bryson's 'Brief History...'

I believe there is a universal truth here. I believe that people do not need to watch clocks, or even know what one is, to feel the pull of freedom when they are being held by chores and duty. They just know they could be doing something much more up their street! It's the ones with clocks though, that probably suffer the condition the worst, because they can see time in a counted sense. Us clock-watchers.

Anyway, Long Live Leisure!


Thank God it's Friday tomorrow!

Oops, there I go again!