So it’s been close to two months since I last posted a word.
Yes, I am very ashamed, but I assure you, I have been busy as a little bee and undoubtedly, a tad lazy as well.
I lose track of time easily… Attributing that to the fact that I
work on a freelance basis do nothing these days is inaccurate, of course. I’d never been blessed with the gift of tracking minutes, hours, days and such.
So imagine my shock when I was waiting in the car for B after I’d dropped him off to pick up a few things at the supermarket, and I heard November Rain playing on the radio. It was raining. It was November. (How poetic.)
IT IS NOVEMBER!
ONE MONTH TO DECEMBER!
2013 IS COMING!
Internal Panic Ensues. (While on the outside I maintained a steely calmness congruent to the stormy skies, etc..
It’s almost a year since I became part of the unemployed statistic. I have learned so much, gained so much, loved, laughed, cried so much.
I have lost track of time. And it is not a bad thing, because I’ve learnt to count time by the experiences I’ve had, the people I get to meet on slated days, the determination to have a good day this day, today.
Numerically, my days, hours, and minutes are not that different from another person’s. (Long as they are on Earth.)
But emotionally, and dare I say, spiritually… I pass time using my own measurements.