I feel like the next week and a half is like an hour glass.
Half of me wants to shake it to make it go faster,
Half of me wants to shake it to make it go faster,
so I can just be packed and on my way home.
The other half of me, the half winning at this time,
watches the sand just so it takes longer - knowing
that the minute I take my eyes off of it,
the sand will be gone -
and I'll be done with
my time at Bethel,
and along with it won't see
certain people for a long time.
So for now, I stare at the hour glass -
refusing to blink, refusing to let one grain of
sand sink down without my knowledge.
However, watching sand in an hour glass is
somewhat similar to watching grass grow.
While it makes it go slower, you spend all
your time worrying about each grain of sand,
instead of enjoying the time you DO have.
It's a balance - and one I definitely don't have
It's a balance - and one I definitely don't have
down yet. Here we go. Tick Tock.
