Yesterday, I heard an old man say something that got me thinking. It made me realize I had been taking something very dear to me for granted: I typically don’t care what time it is.

We’ve all seen it before, or been a part of it; a group of people so enveloped in some kind of project, they end up completely losing track of time. You might be the first to notice and speak up, saying, “Hey guys. You realize ten o’clock passed by twenty minutes ago, right?”

And, after regaining their grasp on reality, one of them might say, “Crap! Glad you said something. My wife was going to make me sleep on the couch if I came home late one more time this week.”

There are many people out there, always stuck on the outside of this phenomenon looking in. They can’t imagine what it’s like to simply not care about the time.

Most of the time, I feel care-free. And with a healthy dose of stern-handed guidance every once in a while, my life stays on track (thank goodness for my wife), all so I can keep loving, keep doing what I love, and keep sharing my love for life with others. I’ve transformed escapism into an outlet for communication to the world. :)

Even if moments where time doesn’t seem to matter are commonplace for you, they typically become the best moments of your life, especially in retrospect. Those moments should definitely be recognized and treasured before they are gone. Fortunately, writers get in that lovely trance-like state every time they write!

After that train of thought, I happily wrote for … a long time … and enjoyed it while it lasted.

P.S.: I got the Wacom board in the mail the other day, and the map-making progress is moving ahead, full-throttle!

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