Time is an odd concept. We never know how much we will have, sometimes we wish we would have more of it and sometimes it can not pass quick enough. Every now and then I wish I could go back in time.
I have bad judgement if it comes to time. That moment you hear the metro signal and you’re just a little bit to far. In that minute I decide to run or take my time and wait for the next one. In my case, it’s usually a combination. I wait to long to decide, finally I decide to run, want to launch myself in the metro at the same time the doors close. Just that microsecond of hesitation is crucial.
Something else that happens to me a lot is coming up with the perfect response to a compliment, question or insult. But then while I’m in the shower, on the toilet or in the metro, long after the conversation has ended. Always too little too late.
At this moment time can not pass quick enough. Working in low season means, little customers, few duties. Checking the time every 10 minutes, because I’m sure it was at least 30 minutes last time I checked. The time passes by slowly, like watching paint dry.
But in the end, we are always afraid of not having enough time. So we better enjoy it.
Dit-oui 