Why I Wish Time and Rabbits Had Similar Functions

There really aren't enough hours in a day. I don't say this because I'm so completely and alarmingly busy all the time, but because I don't like to be that way. If I attempted to do everything in my life that I really wanted to do, there would be no time for just sitting in front of the TV on a weekday night with my shoes off wrapped in a snuggie and eating ice cream. If time were to simply multiply like rabbits seem to do, there would be no issues whatsoever.

I could make my own time to knit, to read, to study, to watch TV, to blog, to film, to pray, to eat, to hang out with friends, and to breathe. There would be no picking and choosing which ones are more important than the others as I so often have to do. I wouldn't have to worry about only reading for half an hour a day so that I still have time to make flashcards for Comm or to practice some vocabulary for German. I wouldn't have to tell myself to eat while I watch TV purely in order to save time. I wouldn't have to shove praying to it's designated times of 4:12 PM and right before bed. I wouldn't even have to turn breathing into a habit, but I could focus on the beauty of each breath as it's brought to me.

But instead life chooses to be on a schedule, and one that forces me to sometimes choose school over friends, comfort over peace, and even health over sanctity. It is not by choice that life operates in such ways, but it is at the very least easy for me to accept that I'm not in it alone.

Why today was awesome: I was going to write something here about how I found out that Phil is cheating on mac n cheese with pancakes, but apparently mac n cheese reads blogs, so I promised I wouldn't.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 5.5

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 19