I am always running out of it, losing it, wanting it, and not having it.
I am realizing I do not need to be as busy as I think I need to be.
Sometimes I wish I could want nothing. And not in a materialistic sort of way. I don’t want more things. I want bigger, better things. As in, I want to reach my goals. I want to do better and be better. And I don’t want to want to do those things. Those things take effort and – you got it – TIME.
Anyways, I’m whining again about how I don’t have time. However, time is a concept lost to my two year old and nine month old. Those dudes could care less. What young, glorious lives they live.