Time had never been my friend. We hit it off a few times and got everything done, but that was rare. Most of the time, we fought, and we fought hard.
Every time Time knew I had something to do, it made sure the hours ticked by faster than normal. In high school, Time made sure I never had enough time to write. Or at least that was what it felt like. At some points, I was stretched thin, trying to fit it all together.
Growing up never gave me much time either. In college, I had work almost every second of the day. Even when I saw friends, some type of homework traveled with me, or I was late because of work. Time always made sure I had something to do.
But recently a memory popped back into my head. In high school, I didn’t practice my instrument as much as I could; my lesson teacher could tell. She’d ask me if I practiced, and I’d shake my head no or mumble that I did a little bit. One time, when she had enough of me talking about Time, she said, “You make time for the things you care about the most.”
At the time, her words inspired me to find ways to practice my instrument. Sure, some of my other studying went down, but I did improve on my instrument.
College had a way to make students focus on studying too. The best students I knew didn’t do much besides studying. I must’ve become one of them along the way. But college, despite being an English major, had only given me a handful of options to improve my writing.
Time and I have talked. We argued a few times, but we decided to put writing ahead of me. Especially over winter break, we decided to set some time aside to write for this blog and to edit for my novel. No one or nothing would stand in my way.
We also promised that even when I go back to college, this idea of writing more would not change.
I hope we can keep our promise.
Robin LeeAnn 