Where do the hours go that you lose. The ones that you have no idea how it got to be the time it is. You are so consumed in something that you don't realize that time is passing by you so very quickly. Sometimes I feel guilty. I question what else I could have been doing. Could I have been more productive, more creative, more responsible, healthier if I did something else, or was that time given to me to do really whatever I pleased. I get this aching unpleasantness in my gut, like you do when you realize you slept in just a little bit later than you should have. I feel like I have an eternity to find myself, but at the same 'time' the seconds keep ticking away and there is no saving them.
-Amanda