Time.

Time is a tricky little squirrel isn’t it?

You make choices- choose to spend your time wooing a lover, or writing the great American Novel, or scamming the IRS.

You choose to spend it planting seeds to grow garden vegetables, or working out for hours and days on end so someone else will finally agree that you are physically attractive although you haven’t had the time to find the cure for cancer yet.

Time.

Its a devilish little bugger isn’t it?

Because whatever you choose to spend your time doing you inherently have to choose to neglect to do something else.

You neglect to call your grandmother who is running out of time, who raised you because you are so busy.

You choose not to get your car washed albeit gray from rain spots.

Time.

I have spent three decades of my time as a wage slave. I will continue to be one for a little while longer, no doubt. I have taken the vacation time they have given and gotten drunk off of some liquid or another and then regretted not taking more pictures and singing more songs and having sex with more attractive people. Hey many times those weren’t TL’s Choices, but Pixie’s and someone has got to keep that gal under control!

Honestly if I had my druthers, (  I like druthers- sounds crazy and stupid and purposeful) I would do nothing but sleep, eat, write and submit writing and get paid for writing and have fans of the writing and that is all.

The time game doesn’t always work that way and perhaps, just perhaps, there is still time for that.

I’m taking a little break.

A wage slave on a small vacation.

I’m disconnecting myself from the grid just for a little while.

Believe it or not I need a break from Pixie sometimes. She comes with me of course but I just tell her to pull my breasts back into my shirt and stop taking shots for a little while.

Using my time for freedom.

Using it to be alone.

Using it selfishly because it is mine, after all, this chunk of it, anyway, right?

And when I feel direction again

When I feel hopeful and powerful and can see my vision clearly again,

When I come back from the ComicCon in San Diego

When I’m ready to jump back onto the countdown clock of my job and my dreams

When I’m ready to ignore people, especially friends and family for the sake of something more important whatever I choose that to be

Then I will be back

With scribbles from my notebook

Scribbles off napkins

Scribbles of my arm

To clickety clack it into my blog

Because although I am taking a short break to go waste some of my time, of all the things I do, this is the one, that I will undoubtedly miss doing the most.

Until again we dance,

TL