You will never find time for anything. If you want time you must make it (Charles Buxton)
Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away (Doug Larson)
For the first time in your conscious memory; for the first time in fact, since your were a baby; a single tear, full and warm, rolled down your right cheek and you fell into a very deep and entirely dreamless slumber (Dave Sim)
This entry is dedicated to opportunities lost.
Agitation, feeling that time is trickling out of my hourglass, frantic grasps of nothingness. Nothing is where it should be. Melancholy. And splatters of anger.
The Mother in me wanted to be the Best. Doubts start to cloud my ‘success’. An Outsider; Different: this has always suited me. Now that I step back and survey my {new} surroundings, I am neither successful nor the Best.
Mediocrity in a swirling sea of specialists. Swimming Against the Tide. So tired, so very tired. Which way to turn, which way to swim, no life boat insight… Head up, kick your legs and swim.
Smile and wave, girl, smile and wave!
When you wake tomorrow, it will have been a disturbing dream and the light will stream in through the window, with birds chirping noisily outside. Everything will be back where it belongs. Take a deep breath and smile.
[P.S. Don’t worry about me: I AM fine, just on a wandering journey of the mind].
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