For the last few years, I suppose you could say I have been driven by what I can’t do. Most of these cant do’s were the result of not having enough time, combined with the presumption that my sacrifices would have a high return rate.

Time has become an unfortunate fixation as a result of trying to wear too many hats at once. Although it is considered a temporal illusion, I am convinced that the 72 hours that make up my weekend are significantly shorter than the 72 hours that make up my workdays.

Whoever said, “Time is not a reality, but a concept or a measure” clearly never worked at a daily newspaper.

Time exists and I have a calendar to prove it.

On an average mid-stress level day I counted 23 different occasions where the word ‘time’ surfaced into my conscious. Admittedly ‘food’ was a close second.

But now with a degree in hand and my old newspaper position filled I will be drunk on time. Once known for my self control and ability to make rational decisions, my new found freedom may turn me into a nomad or a career gypsy.

People will probably stare and say, “Whoa, she has way too much time on her hands.”

Maybe they will be right.

Who knows? With my new found freedom, I may have time to find my old life.

Either way, I feel that that there are exciting things just beyond the horizon.