Not long enough / by Christina Rosalie

The weekends are not long enough. The numbers fall off the clock, scattering onto the floor. The day melts into pale of twilight too soon. I've begun to realize that this will be what characterizes my thirties: this hunger for more time. This feeling of stretched-thin, this longing for leisure, for sinking teeth deep into the flesh of the day. It's gone in a blink. Four loads of laundry. Several photos snapped of Bean who caught a frog. Lessons planned. Groceries purchased. Dinner eaten. A book finished. Am I just greedy, thirsting for more time? Do other people feel like they ever have enough?