***This post doubles as a poem.
I don’t know how it happens.
How the world decides to stop and knock on my door all the same time. A dozen assignments, friends, then “friends”, family, my books, songs, all calling my name.
Too many stories to live at once.
If time could slow, only for a minute?
They do say time is relative though. And I suppose that relativity’s up to me. To find a quiet moment to pause and catch up with life’s plans. They say life is what happens when you’re planning.
Sometime’s life is what’s planning.
So I have to do some planning of my own. Schedules, organize, checklists, calenders, alarms. Overwhelmed is overestimating. Relaxed is underestimating.
I suppose I’m just living.
Isn’t that life?
And even if it’s happening at the same time, can’t stop, open the curtains, because it’s show time.
