Who has the time to do what’s important?
Who has the time to even figure out what those important things are?
Specifically, who has the time to:
- read blog posts (besides you)?
- write blog posts (besides me and several other people who read this blog)?
- take lots of photos of things that evoke personal memories and associations and which might be interesting to others?
- go to the movies?
- wear unusual hats at work (e.g., on the anniversary of the publication of Alice in Wonderland)?
- take much-deserved rests?
- celebrate birthdays?
- write clever, eye-catching marketing materials (besides these guys)?
- attend to aches, pains, and sprains, taking the time to choose among different cold-delivery systems?
- and, finally, express appreciation (for new shoes and everything else)?
Who has the time to choose the music for this post?
Thank goodness, the Beatles had time to write timeless music like “The End.” I also have the time, right now, to notice that 3K people had the time to like and 59 people had the time to dislike that video of “The End” on YouTube.
I have the time to make one more point: now that we know that 59 people can go out of their way to take the time to dislike THAT, why do the rest of us take any time at all worrying about what other people might dislike about us?
Who has the time to express any thoughts and feelings about this post?
I now have the time to thank the Beatles, my boyfriend Michael, my cat Oscar, my downstairs neighbor Karen, Faxy the dog who loves and lives with Karen, Mingus the dog who’s visiting before he leaves to love and live with Karen’s daughter and new son-in-law, the staff person who was wearing the Alice in Wonderland hat at Heathrow Airport, Marathon Sports, the produce department at Whole Foods, Penny from Pop Pop! at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe (who threw small potatoes at the audience), and you — of course! — for taking the time, today, exactly the way you are.