Time Is On My Side, Hopefully

Alright, I’ve been up since 5:30AM.

I’m up at this time every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

I go to sleep around 10:30PM.

I do this every Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

Between these hours of 5:30AM and 10:30PM, I must eat, work, run errands and socialize. So many cycles of this become a week, a month, a year, a life.

Weekends, of course, are spent at Bernies. ;)

Anyway, somewhere among these times, I must make time to write… every… single… day.

Do I dabble in it, just writing when I can in spurts? That’s probably not the best way to stay focused. We all know that moods change throughout the day. Just ask my 6 year old nephew.

Or perhaps I should lock myself in a room/car/closet and “write” for 60 minutes regardless of what comes out? We all know that 60 minutes will really become 20 minutes after I’ve checked email, Instagram, Twitter and LinkedIn. Kidding, not really checking LinkedIn.

Sigh… So many questions. So many answers.

For as long as I can remember I’ve always been a morning person. I’m up really early during the week, and I’m up early, 7AM-ish, on the weekends. I realize that may not always be the case in the future, but for now and in the past, that has been the case.

Saturday morning cartoons trained me well. Thanks Looney Tunes.

I even had a Starbucks barista job for a summer where I worked from 4AM to 12PM. What was I thinking? Well, I suppose I was thinking about money. All $10 an hour and tips. Honestly, I don’t really remember what I made back then. This was the summer of 2001. That was a long time ago, friends. Again...time.

Tips were nice though. Honestly, tip people. It just makes everyone happier.

So yeah, money and time. I don’t know the statistics, but I’d have to guess the majority of us have our hourly wage/rate. Or perhaps our day rate. Or our annual rate. One day, I’d like to become a lucky one that simply doesn’t have to worry about a rate in terms of money and time. Hmm...I’m not sure I like where this writing is heading at the moment. It’s starting to sound like a financial blogger post.

Let me start over.

So, time. I’m 36 years old now. From 0-18 and change, I lived in the East Bay of the San Francisco / Oakland Bay Area. From 18 to 36 I’ve lived in Los Angeles.

Thirty-six years I’ve been on this planet and nowhere else. Odds are very likely that I’ll remain on this planet as well. I don’t see myself going to the moon or Mars or where no man has gone before. No USS Enterprise for me.

Nevertheless, for my remaining life, whatever that may be in this unpredictable world, I know that I need to commit to using some of that time to write. There are a lot of other things I need to commit to as well.

Family. Friends. Work.

Eating. Cleaning. Hiking.

Exercising. Playing. Writing.

So many things to add to this list, I just don’t have the time.