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30/04/2010

I want the remote control from Click. Ridiculous and predictable movie plots aside, it seems like the right moments are over in a flash while the long ones stretch out interminably. If we have 70-90 years average on this earth, I think we should be able to spend more of that time how we want to.

I would spend more of my time listening to Michael Buble. His smooth baritone reminds me of Frank and Dean, my two favorite men. My musical tastes are all over the board, but there’s something about MB that keeps me in a romantic mood all day — dreaming of simpler times and kick-ass fashion, smoky lounges and dancing on Friday nights. Or maybe just a candlelight dinner for two…(ooh. There’s an idea.)

Then there would be the writing. I love this little blog, and the personal journal I keep at home, but I have scraps of stories and the shell of a play that I’ve started so many times over the years, and when I finally pull it out I end up staring at the page for ten minutes before I decide to pursue something that just doesn’t ask as much of my soul. I don’t know if it’s fear of failure, or fear of success, or just a fear of what I may find if I look more closely.

I would spin out that one-week vacation or weekend getaway until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Why wouldn’t you extend time in a new environment so you could overload your senses with new sights, smells, and tastes? What would an exploration be without the heightened tension of “so much to see, so little time”? I don’t want to choose between parasailing and visiting historic sites — let me do it all.

Most of all, I would spread out the summer. Languid, lazy mornings…sun-soaked afternoons…breezy nights on a beach lit by stars. It’s so close I can taste it; when I look out the window at work I’m teased by the glow.

Of course, I don’t have that remote. I don’t think I ever will, though Sarah would criticize that line of thinking as being needlessly negative. 🙂 What I do have is time wasted that I could be putting more toward the things that will make me feel whole. Work is a necessity, and I enjoy being productive. But what about the time I spend angry? What about the minutes and seconds I waste trying to find the right way to say something instead of just letting it out? And what the hell am I doing with all of this worry?

It’s time to turn off Michael Buble, and turn on Lady Gaga — she helps me get things done.

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