What do you wish you could do more every day?
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Proverb
More sleep. More cuddle time. More time on just a little more.
I have fond memories of those days when I used to roll off the bed at 10 am. This was when I was in grade 5 or 6. I used to stay up till around 10 pm, and then crash. The ceiling fan in that room was an “all-or-nothing” fan, the regulator did not work. So when switched on it either rotated full speed or did not work at all. Siblings in the other rooms used to find the draft too much to deal with and started the rumor that the nut holding it up had fallen off, which was why it was oscillating rather than rotating and making such a racket while doing so. “You know what happens when something is not anchored properly, right? At that speed, it will just swing right off, and the blades will cleanly slice off the objects in its path” was added for extra emphasis. The room was too hot for me to put much weight on the imagery. Dad spent a lot of time convincing me that it would not happen because the anchor was fixed properly. Of course, the nightmares due to the heat were scarier than what the fan blades would do if it lost its anchor. So the fan remained on and I woke up late every morning. Fed up, Mum put me in gymnastics and the coaches there, were quite the conscientious lot, for a group conducting these classes voluntarily. They used to have holiday sessions that started at 5 am, and all students needed to attend the morning sessions during the vacations. That’s when I started to get up at 4 am, so I could shower and then go for exercise(don’t ask! I am one of those freaks that has to shower before stepping out). And im usually up between 4 and 5 am every day, so sleeping in, or more sleep without the accompanying headache, and bodyache would be awesome.
More cuddle time. Nope. Not the spouse and kids. This time it’s the fur kids.1 adopted, 2 self-inflicted traumas. In the sense that they were sane logical purchases and their drama drives us all crazy. But like the saying, “You can’t live with them. You can’t live without them.” So, Sibling has dogs. I love dogs. We live far away. I cannot cuddle them as often as I would like to. And I would love for some fur-kid cuddle time. I do cuddle the neighbour’s dog when I run into her. But this is a dog and those are our fur-kids, you get the distinction, right? So more cuddle time every day would be just about awesome.
Just a little more was created to share stories like these and then some more. There are days when my head is filled with stuff that I grew up with that I’d love to share and there just are not enough hours in any particular day for me to put it all down. So I work and put some stuff down and then my brain is fried and I still have lots of words floating around but no energy to just put it down. This is when I wish I had a little more energy and ability to put all the words down. I’ve tried a couple of times to extend these hours, but after about 4 hours of putting things down, the words are just floating around on fluffy clouds, and I can no longer make sense of them to actually put them down. So here I’m torn between wanting some extra energy and some extra time, maybe a balance of both, so when I get the time, I also have the energy to be able to make sense of the floating words enough to put them down.
Ideally, life should be all about balance and equilibrium. So doing more of one thing automatically implies doing less of something else. In my current situation, I have just about got some level of balance, not a lot, but it stabilizes for a fraction of time before tipping again. And I am ok with things remaining as is unless you have a way to wormhole into the multiverse and figure out a way to extend time such that a lot more can be accomplished. Otherwise, I am ok with the time I spend every day because I enjoy every moment and cherish every memory I create and those I carry with me always.
Just a little more 