Coming Up to Breathe

As a kid, I watched a lot of sports competitions and programs on television. While I was never an enthusiast for swimming competitions, I remember being filled with awe as I watched the swimmers race across the pool. They seemed like googly-eyed fish, spurting across the surface of the water and taking the tiniest of breaths. How could they move do quickly when they came up to breathe for a mere split second every stroke?

I don’t swim, but lately, I certainly feel like one of those Olympiads. I’m racing across the pool and occasionally coming up to breathe. I see blurry outlines of the surrounding crowds and I hear their chatter, but I’m swimming, swimming, swimming.

I’m still working full time. Eventually, the job will go to part time — I’m sure you have heard of the “post plan” whereby small post offices will reduce their hours — while we’re waiting for that, I work 40 hours a week. The pay is good; it’s better and more reliable than the stay-at-home gig. But it consumes a lot of my time and energy. I come home tired and there are things to do here, too.

I still read your blogs; I don’t comment all that much because I do most of my Internet browsing on my phone, and typing comments is a blasted pain(and Google Blogger seems to frequently eat my comments). As a matter of fact, I’m using a phone app to create this post.

As much as I like my new job and the steady income, I find that time passes so much more quickly. And I must remember to come up to breathe, lest I sink!