Traumas and Timelines

It's best for me to write out my traumas as a timeline. Time has always been somewhat elusive to me. I have missed time, I've made up time, I've been late, I've been early. I can't say I've ever truly been ON time. 

How is one supposed to be on time? Seriously. 

I wear a watch all the time and I still don't understand time. 

What I do understand are timelines. General times that have happened and passed and still stick around in the present. Time for trauma. Time for timelines. Time for times like these. Time. 

A fickle, funny word, isn't it?  



By definition time is: 

the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

Bizarre, am I right? 

So, I've decided to do a tragic, trauma, timeline of sorts. It'll help us speed past some of the snapshots that inevitably take me back in time. I'll get there eventually. I'll get somewhere eventually. I hope. 

My Paradox Philosophy. 

Nothing makes sense until it makes sense.  

The next post I'm writing took me a very long time and was very difficult to get through. 

I will finish it. I will post it. It will help me. 

Then it's a whole new set of lists. 

How do you eat an elephant? 

One bite at a time. 

Time. There's that word again.  


 



 

 

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