Time {Recyclers}

I started some serious reflecting when I moved to Chicago about 5 months ago. Mostly that reflecting just depressed me. But it also inspired a few neat life additions:

1. I started taking classes at The Second City. 

I'm done with that list. The rest is crap.

My first class was a story telling course that I thought would give me some good professional training for client presentations and what-not. Although I'm probably less composed and professional than I was before I took the class, I'm now a bit more aware of my chronic tardiness and starting to piece together reasons for it.

Mostly, I waste a lotta time. But since I don't think it's wasted {unless alcohol is involved -- in which case -- shots or water? shots!}, I'm calling it recycled time. I'm making seriously good use out of the time most people just consider a sunk cost. Necessary evil or whatever.

The time I'm talking about is that sort of deep in-between time ... you're not where you're going to yet, nor are you where you came from, nor are you exactly or only en route. I mean, you're kind of always en route, but it's the smaller moments, you know? Not just the time you spend begrudgingly succumbing to the smells of public transit and avoiding eye contact with strangers -- but the moments even more in-between when you're secretly wishing you could magically remove the person in that comfortable-looking seat in front of you, but then you get lost in your own creative energy and start wondering if a game like that would be possible or cool or something, and then you start brainstorming a pitch for a campaign that this CTA-Tetris-esque game could really work for, and then you wonder about this person's life... this person who just 30 seconds ago was just a barrier to your comfort, but because you glimpsed down and saw the text he sent to someone named "Suzie Cuzie" in his phone, you can't stop wondering who this S.Cuzie might be ... cute name for his daughter? Weird name for his mistress? Pet name for his wife? Yep, he has a ring. Hmm. Probably two kids. He's the dad type. Man, it's early, but I bet his kids are already halfway done with their first period in school. Ugh, school starts so early. I'm glad I'm done with that. I'm much more productive after 12+ hours of sleep. Gives me more time to dream. Speaking of dreams, last night's dreams were nuuuuuuts. . . . 

See what I mean about deep in-between time? Or is that just me? 

The thing is, I love these deep in-between times more than any other time in the world! My  STORY TELLING prof thinks it's because I'm young and indecisive and wishing life was still just a bunch of potential instead of a bunch of responsibility. He's probably right. Then another girl in my class told me she thinks I'm in love with the concept of liminality - which she describes {much better than Wikipedia} as this transitional time between transitional times ... time in which all energy, all potential lies. Her explanation is good, too. My roommate thinks I need to get  job as a flight attendant so that I'm always in-transition. Her take on the matter is also helpful. But, hell no, I'd be a terrible flight attendant. I'm usually ok with flights, but when I convince myself that the plane is broken, and the stranger sitting next to me is my last chance for true love, dear gawd am I a nutcase. 

Anyway, I dunno exactly what it is about these deep transition times that I love, but I'm pretty sure I'm just looking for impressive excuse for always being late or ways to make myself feel better about my un-diagnosed A.D.H.D. While I find more ways to distract myself, you watch this vid. It's me talking a bit about this part of me. Later I'll make a list of the things I find myself RECYCLING time with. Step 1 is admitting I have a problem, though, right?