When I lived in Prescott as a counsellor my eyes changed color. I remember my mom saying they were bluer, and we agreed maybe it was from the altitude. I was tanner, stronger, and more tired than I’ve ever been. Honestly, I thought I knew what tired was but then I was up at 6:30 a.m. every morning with 10 little girls by my side and I knew I knew nothing.
I was the happiest I’ve ever been.
I wonder, if my eyes are “more” blue now that I’m in San Diego. If I’m stronger. Or if I’m just a cigarette-craving fatty who needs a spanking.
There’s a saying I’ve seen a quarter of a million times (roughly) on Pinterest. It says, “Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
Or is it?
I look at the months the locusts have eaten to quote Joel, and though I did rather enjoy wasting that time, it was still just that, a waste. I will not get that time back. It’s gone.
And yet, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Why?
Because all girls do it.