The calm night begins to stir
Black sky fills with violent charge
Lightning rolls in blinding succession
I move to cover
But it is too late
The electricity scampers around my feet
Lifting me, throwing me
A plaintive groan
(This was based on a dream that woke me up at 3am this morning)
Middle aged? A strange concept for me. Perhaps working in a college town helps retain a younger, college mentality, but I’ll freely admit the difficulty in grasping my entry into “late-30-somethingness.” I’m not worried about growing older. I’m confounded that I don’t feel older. Forty is right around the corner, and I’m yet to feel like the “grown-up” my parents and their cohorts appeared to be at my age.
Maybe “growing up” is a myth.
I was IMing with a good friend today who was saddened that she only saw her infant son for about 4 hours each day, now that she was back at work and he was in daycare. It made me wonder what my “time splits” were between work, family and those obnoxious necessities sleeping, eating, and personal hygiene, etc. So looking at my average week , here’s what I came up with:
Total hours – 168
Work – 58 (33%)
Sleep – 49 (29%)
Family – 25 hours (18%)
Entertainment (Reading/TV/Hobbies) – 12 hours (4%)
Hygiene – 9 hours (5%)
Household maintenance (indoors and out) – 8 hours (4%)
Eating – 7 hours (4%)
So the way I see it, a week is just not enough time to fit it all in.