Time To Go!

When I wake up in the morning it is time to get up.

My brain wakes up shortly, and I mean a micro moment, before my eyes.

Once my eyes open I must get up, out of bed.

Why?

Because it’s the next thing to do.

I need to get ready to ride my bike, quickly.  Because it’s the next thing to do.

From riding the bike to getting ready to go to work it is go time.  It’s not time to sit down and take a break.  The next thing I have to do is go to work.   So that’s what I’m doing.  Once at work I have to get through the list of things I need to do, want to do, have to (get to) do.  Gotta get it done.

Because when it’s time to be done with work, that means it’s time to do something else.   I’m not in a hurry to leave work.  That is not what my plan is.  It’s not about leaving.  It’s about doing.  It’s about going.   It’s about being done with this, so now I must go on to do what I want to do next.  If I’m needed at work, okay.  I’m needed and that is what I must do.  So I’ll get to it.  But when I recognize that I am done, then I am done and I must go.  When it’s time to go it’s time to go.

So go I do.  To what I’m doing next.   It might be riding.  It might be writing.  It might be people seeing.  It might be to get a hair cut.  But there is always something else that I am doing next.

Even if I am only half way through my life at this very moment.  Right now, right here as you read here then by the time you get to here I already have less than half of my life left.

And I have too much to do, to see, to think, to talk, to sing, to try – to not get moving.  When it’s time to go.   It’s time to go.

I’m not restless.  I’m eager.  I’m not antsy.  I’m excited.  I’m not bored with now.  I’m moving on to here.  Because here is only here for a very short time.

This may bare a slight resemblance to OCD.  Or other issues.   But it’s not.   It’s time.   I can’t control it.  I’ve got no way of slowing it down or holding it back, or keeping it in place.  Time is moving on me.  It’s not waiting for me to do what I have to do.   It is moving.  So must I.

I move through life realizing there is no way I will ever have enough time to do everything.  But I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything I’m suppose to do because I don’t go when it’s time to go.

Done.

Gotta go.