I used to have oodles of time just gushing from every pore of my reality. I spent time writing plays, running for hours, holing up in a lab trapping slivers of rodent tissue beneath thin shields of glass. I spent time on nail art, crafting elaborate papier-mâché busts, producing labor-intensive theme parties. Then I graduated from college and time abandoned me when I needed it most. Multiple jobs left me scheduling out my weeks to the tens of minutes. I needed “free” time to maintain friendships, a marriage, commutes, to clean my apartment and my body. Then I had the mother of all time sucks: a baby.
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