TIME

Strange thing, time. You want to feel like you have a mountain of it so you can be relaxed when you are doing something.

But you want to feel the pressure of it, too, so you feel motivated.

We have figured it out, sort of, as a group of animals. Though, lately I have been experiencing that old adage, TIME IS MONEY. Which, of course, it is not, but can be.

Time can also be Love.

Or Time is well spent sleeping.

Or

Time for dinner

Time is on our side

Time for a new fence

Time machine

It’s a commodity, it seems. You get older and you feel you have less of it, which makes you speed up, which then lessens the time you have.

So what is the answer?

I feel like, collectively, we middle aged people are happy to count things, to mark it up, to register all of it. I do not believe this helps creativity.

But without the pulse of time, there would be no creativity at all.

If I ever figure out the balance, I will let you know. In the mean time…