Blurred Time

It's been a while since I've had to work with a deadline. I have to finish this project I'm working on in the next little while and I have to finish this book I've been reading before I have to return it to the library. This week has flown by because of these deadlines and the fact that I've been working at my part-time job a bit more than usual this week. Well, not so much because of the library book one but it seems like knowing that I have to read the book by a certain date somehow takes the pleasure out of reading my book. I'm making myself read a certain number of pages each night so that I can finish in time.

It's the same with this project I'm doing too. It probably wouldn't cause me such tension in my shoulders and stress and such if I didn't have a time stamp on it, making me work furiously into the night.

Deadlines seem to make time just fly, which seems like an oxymoron because I feel like I'm aware of each hour (bc it's one less hour) that I spend working towards these looming deadlines. It's made me appreciate the leisurely time we have to take things at our own pace and truly enjoy each hour as it passes doing whatever it is we are doing.

-A