It’s crystal to me
that it wasn’t always that way.
In my previous life
we remained oblivious to one another.
Birthdays held no special meaning, and although there were the occasional brushes– No Time to get across town, No Time to study for a test, No Time to grow out a bad haircut –TIME was never more than a bumbling adversary.
Today, TIME is no longer the bumbling adversary. It sits across from me and holds up sticky notes, reminding me of client requests, parental responsibilities, one-of-a-kind specials at the mall, accounting deadlines, and household chores. It asks me, “What’s for dinner?” It reminds me that I’m eating alone. It questions my ability to juggle birthday parties, backyard barbecues, and dance lessons. It holds up a mirror and confronts me with greying strands of hair and other irrefutable signs of aging. It doesn’t reminisce about laugh lines or acknowledge the beads of sweat during a workout.
TIME sits across the desk from me and, with a smirk, offers me tiny windows to find something lost. (Article for Online Dating)