For the better part of the last two weeks, my time after work hours has been spent, either doing more work for work, entertaining guests, communicating with family, or editing the massive number of pictures I took from Dragon*Con.
Just the other day, I finally finished the last of the pictures to edit, and have queued them up for eventual posting to the brog. My current assignment at work has begun winding down, and I’m no longer getting calls or emails at 10 pm, asking me to “make some quick edits,” and the matters concerning my family are a whole lot of waiting games, so there’s little sense in needing to fret for every other minute of the days.
That being said, I don’t know what do with myself anymore. It’s felt like it’s been so long since I had complete freedom to sit around and do nothing again. I stood around for a moment after I got home from work and went on my usual after-work jog and ate some dinner, wondering just what the heck I was going to do for the rest of the night. I mean, the possibilities felt a little endless, since I’m behind on wrestling, House of Cards, and there are things collecting on my DVR that I’ll eventually want to watch. I’ve got video games that I haven’t even touched that I’m debating on giving some attention to as well.
Naturally, I ended up playing League of Legends with the mythical girlfriend for the remainder of the evening, but the fact of the matter is that the thought had crossed my mind, that my time was free, do have done anything I wanted, had I actually wanted to. It was a strange and almost alien-feeling sensation to have felt again, and I really should enjoy it while it lasts, because at least as far as my life is concerned, things will most certainly get busy and pick up again, at least until the holidays.
A thought I had while I was running was that time as an adult is, undoubtedly shorter than when we were children, but lately such a sentiment has been downright absurd. It’s like I feel like I need to allocate an hour for just about every single task, and there are only 24 of them throughout the day, where over half of them are spent sleeping and working.
If only I could have what senior citizens have, and get that time where time doesn’t feel so rushed and sparse, much like when were children. But perhaps without all of the gray hair, despite the fact that in the right light, I could very well pass for High Expectations Asian Father.
