When you work full time, you have no time for anything else. You wake up at 6:00 am only to begin your contrite rendezvous with traffic for an hour.. surely if absence makes the heart grow fonder, then please — traffic let’s spend some time apart.
I stare at the butt of the car in front of me for what seems an eternity. We’ve traveled so long and so little together, and I’ve memorized its curves and skin in an unobstructed, perverted, gentleman’s club kind of way; I’ve become too familiar with every dimple, every paint chip, every ripple of the aging tint of the rear window and it feels wrong, like a man who knows a woman who isn’t his — and this not even in the darkness of night, but in the beaming daylight..
Its plate frame reads “I’d rather be playing soccer.” Hey, me too — I’d rather you be playing soccer as well; one less car on this god-forsaken road. We insist upon unpleasant, mundane doings when we knowingly would rather be doing other things that give us an exponential amount of pleasure in comparison to or with..
All the pleasures you wanted to do and never did while you were unemployed purely because of sheer laziness come back and haunt you in what seems like an ultra-magnified Mirror of Erised kind of way. You return home exhausted and weary from the demands of two furious foes, work and traffic, and as you lie awake in bed waiting - and not for long - for sleep to kindly rush over you, you think of the most insipid things you would do tomorrow if not for work (go to a library and read books, laze around at home and read books, play Mega Jump on your iPhone unaware that your poo was already cut off for an upward of twenty minutes and your butt is feeling rather numb..) as well as the most extravagant things (conquer Everest, “go to Borneo and study squid fishing,” pay $8,328,741 for a Disneyland ticket and enjoy it, run for twenty minutes..).
My rather obscure and cryptic point in all this is that I’m trying to blame work and my subsequent lethargy for my distant attitude and paltry engagements with my savior and life-giver JESUS CHRIST. However, I’ll be the first to admit that the first sentence of this post is remarkably sad for someone who professes that she is a follower of Jesus, because when you love Jesus, you have no time for anything else.
Keep me in your prayers, y’all, and let’s fight the good fight together.
