Time

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

I usually don't post songs on Fridays, but listen to this live version of Time by Pink Floyd. (It's a really great song from an amazing album).




OK. Before you think that I'm depressed because I'm quoting from Pink Floyd, think again. It's just a very appropriate song for me right now. I've inherited this terrible trait from my mother. My mother thinks that if she's not working a 16 hour day, taking one my nephews to Boys Scouts or taking one of my nieces to the movies she's lazy. Actually, I don't think that's her rationale for never stopping (it's far deeper than that), but that's a cursory explanation.

If I'm not at work, I'm at rugby or bowling or tennis or the gym. Or I'm working on board stuff. Or I'm working on my freelance writing. Or I'm cleaning the fish tank. Or I'm trying to do a little work on the house.

The problem with this equation is I'm never making time for myself or for others.

Last week, Joe had to ask me if he could get alone time with me. It seems that everything we've been doing lately has been joint activities with friends or rugby-related. I immediately apologized, set a date, and told him he'd have to keep me in check at times. He told me I needed to block out specific times for myself and for him and for friends and that was it. I had to say no to other things. He's right.

Then Jeff mentioned that if it wasn't for bowling we wouldn't see each other. Once again. He's right.

I certainly don't mean to not make time for others. I just get so caught up in the next chore that I forget.

Seeing the error of my ways I set aside Tuesday for just Joe and me. Ok. I started off the morning playing tennis with Tim. Then Joe had to sit on the couch and watch TV while I cleaned the fish tank. But the rest of the day/evening was just him and me. Until we met up with Amanda and Ryan to see Superman 3-D at the IMAX.

Ok... Maybe I'm not doing such a good job after all.

BUT!!! I'm trying. Next Friday we have a date. It's going to be fun. I'm looking forward to it. Just us two. I promise. :-)