Coming Up to Breathe

April 1, 2013

Dear Diary, Uncategorized

As a kid, I watched a lot of sports competitions and programs on television. While I was never an enthusiast for swimming competitions, I remember being filled with awe as I watched the swimmers race across the pool. They seemed like googly-eyed fish, spurting across the surface of the water and taking the tiniest of breaths. How could they move do quickly when they came up to breathe for a mere split second every stroke?

I don’t swim, but lately, I certainly feel like one of those Olympiads. I’m racing across the pool and occasionally coming up to breathe. I see blurry outlines of the surrounding crowds and I hear their chatter, but I’m swimming, swimming, swimming.

I’m still working full time. Eventually, the job will go to part time — I’m sure you have heard of the “post plan” whereby small post offices will reduce their hours — while we’re waiting for that, I work 40 hours a week. The pay is good; it’s better and more reliable than the stay-at-home gig. But it consumes a lot of my time and energy. I come home tired and there are things to do here, too.

I still read your blogs; I don’t comment all that much because I do most of my Internet browsing on my phone, and typing comments is a blasted pain(and Google Blogger seems to frequently eat my comments). As a matter of fact, I’m using a phone app to create this post.

As much as I like my new job and the steady income, I find that time passes so much more quickly. And I must remember to come up to breathe, lest I sink!

4 Responses to “Coming Up to Breathe”

  1. blueyes Says:

    Google blogger eats just about all of my posts no matter what platform I’m commenting on. I actually post to my WP site using just about everything. WordPress has apps for phones and tablets. Quite easy. I was actually wondering where my day went today as well. I left the house around 7:30 and got home around 8 pm. It was all a blur lol

  2. Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry" Says:

    I know the feeling. Sometimes, I wish we had more hours in a day to get everything done I’d like to do.

  3. Lin Says:

    Oh, it’s crazy, isn’t it?! I work about 28-30 hours a week and I’m too fried to post. It’s just too hard to write when you are tired and all you are thinking about is chilling.

    Good to hear from you–I’ve missed your posts!

  4. Anna Says:

    Just thinking about it makes me tired!