I don’t have much time today. But I do feel like writing.
I had a dream last night I was climbing a trail up a cliff. It was steep. For some reason at one point I found some debris left by previous hikers. For some reason I picked it up, and it wasn’t heavy, but big. I tossed it over the edge, thinking someone could pick it up at the bottom. Only afterward did I think about the chance of it hitting someone. I kept on climbing up the trail afterwards.
This morning I feel good. I have work in a couple hours. Closing the deli. In some ways I like closing the deli because I like cleaning. Transforming dirty into clean. But as far as the time issue, it has been a problem in the past. I hate to feel rushed at anything really. Which is part of the reason I don’t write more.
Right now I feel a little rushed. I have two hours before I need to be at work. But I want to get there in time to eat, I want to shower, I want to do a few other things online. This means I don’t have time to write and write and write until I feel the moment pass.
The moment is passing quickly with or without me.