For too long my time has been running away from me.
For too long have I let it stay late at work and call in sick on my personal commitments. For too long have I missed out on my sisters gossip and my brothers stories. For too long have I wondered at what my parents were up to, or even some nights, where they were.
For too long have I yearned to learn again.
To sit down in front of a subject and be utterly humiliated by my ignorance and incompetence. I want to feel the low intensity calf ache from the steady incline of a new learning curve.
So I took a few steps towards my time and incredulously captured it. I invited it to stay with me. In my hands. On my terms.
I do have a few ideas on how we are going to spend our days together in the coming weeks. But in contrast I also know that she is an easily seduced mistress and will more likely than not find many an adventure to run away on. However, this time I’m coming.
And this time I’m the one who gets to pick her destination.