Seven Minutes

I posted this yesterday on a different blog (one that has been created just for "family stuff" that doesn't actually have anything on it yet.)

I have seven minutes. Seven minutes until I have to drag my sorry butt out to the lobby of my office building and sit through another uneventful staff meeting. According to my strenghtsfinder profile, meetings are NOT my thing. I have always known that, I just thought it was a flaw. Now I know it has been a strength all along.

I have seven minutes to avoid another report.

Seven minutes to feel the fatigue settle into my body.

Six minutes to wonder if the snow is ever going to start falling or are the weather men just another source of disappointment as they spew forth their false prophecies.

Six minutes to wish I was at home in front of my fire place actually finishing the Christmas cards I attempted to make, but are not getting in the mail. At least not this year.

Six minutes to remember how tired I am. The last eight weeks have been long, and intense, and draining. I am just as tired as my students are, and I am looking forward to a break.

Five minutes. Five minutes to wonder about my life, my future, my present. Five minutes to ponder that an hour of my life is about to be totally wasted and I will NEVER get it back. NEVER!

Four minutes. Wow the time is going by so fast. What can a person really do in four minutes anyway? One should never take the small minutes for granted. It is after all in the blink on an eye that everything has the potential to change. What would some people do for just for more minutes?

Three minutes. I suppose I should run the spell check and post this blog before it forever gets lost in my blog archive. You know that ones I started to write, but are still sitting there waiting for me to have a few spare minutes to finish. Hmmmm, maybe . ..

Two minutes. The time is ticking way. I guess I'll have to face the music. The lobby calls. Duty calls . . . ..

One minute. .