
She remembers the time
She stood at the sink
And wished for more time
But all she saw in the mirror was tears
And time became her enemy,
For how can she trust
All the good times
While she watches time and tears circle
Down the drain?
©Ashley Castle Barnes
I’m often struck by how time seems like the enemy.
As if time is the reason I sit scrolling instead of taking a walk.
Or the reason I wake up early on a weekend instead of sleeping in.
Or why I get to the end of a weekend and feel like I have so much I didn’t get done.
In those moments, time becomes the enemy.
I mean, how can I really trust that things will happen if I want them to if time is working against me?
Of course, in quiet, honest moments I know this is not exactly accurate.
How I spend my time determines how much time I ultimately have.
And it’s even more than that.
It’s the perception of how I’m “supposed” to spend my time.
I spend this past Sunday working on an art and writing project.
All day.
The angst I felt welling up over spending a whole day on art and writing when I could’ve been “productive” was palpable.
And despite finishing my project, the day ended with anxiety.
We’re so programmed to spend all our time DOING something – as if making art and poetry isn’t doing something!
Although I’ve been writing for over a decade, I’m finding as I put more focus on it this year that the work to unravel my disordered relationship with time is imperative to a creative life.
Or any kind of life really.
How are you unraveling your relationship with time today?







