Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The ties that bind...

Cooking is a passion for me.  That along with boating, reading and playing with different types of software.  

It seems for the last six months or so I have not had time for anything more than reading.  And the only reason I have had time for reading is because I am taking that time for myself.  Makes getting everything else done that needs to be done harder, but I'm okay with that.

This past weekend I spent all day Sunday reading.  Laying in bed, my laptop, kindle, iPad, tablet and cell phone all within in easy reach.  (Yes I have a little thing for technology.) The day flew by for me.  But overall, it was a productive day.  I completed four books.  Those were full length books, but I also read three novellas.  

I haven't had time to read during the week.  With work, working out and rushing around trying to get everything done before the end of the evening, reading just seems to be a by product of everything else.  But it is my one vice that I am not willing to give away.

During the summer I lose the inclination to heat up the kitchen.  I find sitting behind my computer a drag and boating is something that can only be done on the weekend.  Reading.  Well reading is something I can do any time of the day.  I can carry my devices with me and anytime I have a spare moment I can enjoy some leisurely down time.  

Reading...it does a body good.

Monday, October 7, 2013

What if?

Another week bites the dust.  

I can't believe how fast time if going.  

When I was as kid I was always wishing time away.

I can't wait until the weekend.  I can't wait until summer.  Can't wait to turn thirteen.  Sixteen.  And the big one...Twenty one.  And then before you know it, your turning thirty.


That was a big change for me.  

Wishing away my life.

I find that not to be so true as I get older.  In fact, it's quite the opposite.  I tend to embrace the seconds, the minutes, the hours, etc.  I don't wish my days away anymore.  

There are lot of ways we spend time we can never get back.  It frustrates me.  At the end of the week if I realize that I wasted any part of my day it drives me crazy.  This is relatively new for me.  I was never a believer of what if?  But now, now I find myself looking back over my day, or my week wondering.

I'm thinking this has more to do with my age then anything else.  

What about you?  Do you spend time wondering what if?