“I confess, I do not believe in time.”
– Vladimir Nabokov
Probably the number one question I am asked about my life is, “How do you find the time?”
My response depends on my mood, but it really comes down to the fact that I sleep only as much as I need, I spend time making the necessary parts of my life efficient, I am patient with myself, and I don’t have kids or a house.
Also, I don’t really let myself consider time as a constraint. This may be an unusual point of view, but I certainly don’t feel as if time stalks me through the oceans of life with an ominous ticking sound.
Time is my friend. We sail together!
I’ve noticed that everyone seems to have a question that people can’t help but ask them.
For my mom, it is always, “Was it hard raising so many kids?” to which she would reply, “I think it was easier than raising just one would have been.”
For my sister, it’s always, “How do you get your hair to do that?”. She always says something along the lines of, “I wake up.”
For Dave, it’s “What kind of art do you do?”– his answer, “Weird art.”
What’s the question that follows you through life wherever you go?
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