
Time as Currency
In my life, the concept of time has always been a double-edged sword. I either feel like it’s fleeting by or want it to pass quickly. I’m equal parts the wistful nostalgic and hopeful prophet. Slamming the brakes or pressing the accelerator. I don’t do idle well. Being present eludes me. At work some days, the minutes crawl past. A slow torture of sorts. I look at the clock, thinking an hour has passed. But it’s only been twenty-six minutes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job.