time is nothing
(Play this song in the background as you read this post)
I've been struggling a little big over the last few weeks with the lack of free time that I've had to sit back and recover. Between a full-time job where I've been putting in daily overtime, playing on two club volleyball teams and the tournaments that come along with them, playing drums for two church services and trying to catch a couple of my favorite TV shows here and there, there really aren't too many more minutes left in the day.
The thing is; I absolutely love the things I'm involved in right now.
Playing competative volleyball is one of my passions, and being able to play on two teams and watching them succeed is absolutely amazing. It brings me back to high-school and the memories that came along with the sport. Tournaments, trophies, wins, losses, travel, teams. I feel at home playing volleyball. I've had the chance to play competative ball nearly every year since graduating high school, and I love being able to keep up with the new kids (aka; my younger brothers) when it comes to the annual Christmas Alumni tournament back home. Thanks for instilling in us the drive of competition, Dad.
I feel the same way about drumming. I don't get as many opportunities to drum as I used to, so I have to jump at the chance when I get it. I've only played drums seriously twice in the last calendar year, but both times have been a blast. I sit behind the kit and within minutes it's like I've never left. I wish I had more opportunity to pursue this passion as well. I realized the other day that I've been playing the drums for almost 10 years now. So much fun. It comes naturally to me. Rhythm. Beats. Syncopation. Ghost strokes. Ninety percent of the time I hear a song on the radio or my iPod, I'll find myself unconsciously tapping my foot or hand to the drum part, imagining myself playing the kit. Thanks for giving us the musical background, Mom.
The job I'm at right now is also going great. I've decided to take a break from sitting behind a desk for 8 hours a day and go back to working at a job that keeps me moving and active. I feel better at the end of the day, like I've actually done something. Various freelance projects and self-promotion ideas, sketching, reading, and photography keep my creative side satiated in the meantime.
I guess it comes down to this: Would you rather that time flew by as you do the things you love, or drag on while you're in situations that are only serving to occupy your day?