Why does time never do what we want it to do? Whenever I’m doing something boring or sitting somewhere I don’t want to be, time slows to a crawl. It creeps along, as if taunting me. I dream of free time when I can do what I want to do — yet when it gets here that fiend, time, starts to fly. It zips along, gaining speed, until poof! It’s gone. It’s never long enough to accomplish whatever I wanted or needed to do. Why is that? Why can’t time be more cooperative?
Any ideas out there on how to wrestle time and win? Because right now, it’s besting me.