Never Enough Time

You hear everyone say it eventually. There’s just never enough time.

We want to catch up on reading. We want to get more done in a day. Everyone wants to see the world outside their backyard. Everyone wants just one more minute with a good friend. Everyone means to clean out their garage, mow their lawn, keep up with the Joneses, and get that novel inside of them out onto a screen or paper.

I’ve always wanted a secret day at the end of the week – just for me. Nobody else. Free of everything that ties me up from the minute to the awe inspiring, I could just do whatever I damn well cared to.

Something tells me I’d still not have enough.