Time keeps flying as time is wont to do. It seems every time I turn around another week has passed and I'm wondering where it went and why I didn't accomplish more. Really, it's the dollar earned to time spent ratio that isn't exactly equivalent around these parts. Sometimes I actually stop and ponder why I work so hard and what would be the best use of my time in terms of the aforementioned ratio. Then I think, will I make enough money to pay that flargin' student loan off...ever? Will we ever pay off the car? Why does my mortgage company keep taking the payment out of our bank account earlier and earlier every month? Then I sing a little chorus of "Where has all the money gone?" Why is it that no matter how much goes into the bank, there never seems to be a surplus?

Why can't everything stay the same and when will chaos take a powder? Haven't I had enough drama in one lifetime and haven't I earned a ‘Get Out of Jail Free' card for the remainder of my time on the planet? These are rhetorical questions. Even with further analysis any clarity on the state of one's reality or how the money immediately shrinks after entry into the bank is something better left to a quantum physicist. Basic accounting isn't going to help you at all, there's a black hole in your bank account and it's invisible to the calculator.

And please do not start quoting "The Secret" to me. I'm not whining, I know I create my own reality but I also know that the people to whom I owe money also create a reality that arrives in my mailbox every month and demands my undivided attention. Besides, I sent the damn Secret to someone who asked me for it because they didn't have enough money to buy it as a gesture of kindness and they never spoke to me again. Of course I'm working on releasing my expectations so I shouldn't let that bother me.

Then after a momentary tangential Secret fueled side trip, I start to hyperventilate and I try not to segue into a deep pondering of the current state of our economy which inevitably leads to a diatribe about the current administration and the whole lot of thieves and crooks running the show in DC. That's a reality I can't fix by myself no matter how much abundance thinking I throw at it. Then I think, well I'd better work smarter and not just harder because it's stormy seas until the weather clears and no telling when that's going to happen and if it's always darkest before the dawn do we even have the slightest clue when the dawn's coming and holy crap the clichés are flying so fast you'd better duck for cover gentle reader...

...which leads me back to time and the simple fact that I need more. Anyone know where I might find a wrinkle into which I can squeeze on a daily basis to add some more hours into my continuum? Do I sometimes leave you scratching your head wondering why my brain works this way and why I can't just write a nice little blog about crafting?

I'd like to spend more time with my daughter. That time is on a limited basis and it's already running out. Act now, limited time offer, puberty rapidly approaches! I put a lot of pressure on myself to make more money in less time and because of that sometimes I feel as if I'm missing out on what's real. Only if I don't make more money the bills won't actually pay themselves. Can you believe that crap? Pay yourself already, I'm busy enjoying some time with my daughter. Sheesh.

"Ain't it funny, how time slips away." Willie Nelson

Stay tuned for tomorrow's blog post with a brand new CHA Crafty Rock Star YouTube video courtesy of The Impatient Crafter^TM team! Until then, rock on with your bad selves.

xoxo
Madge