Daily Writing prompt: Which activities make you lose track of time?
Now that’s a good question! Though, as usual with me, there’s never a straight answer. 😂 It depends on the day, the mood, and what sort of nonsense the universe has decided to fling my way.
Some days it’s overthinking, and before you know it, it’s 2am, the tea’s gone cold, and I’ve had a full-blown argument in my head with someone I haven’t laid eyes on in ten years. Other days it’s reading, writing, researching obscure things no one asked me about, or getting lost down one of those random rabbit holes where you start off googling “symptoms of magnesium deficiency” and somehow end up reading about haunted lighthouses in Nova Scotia.
Painting used to rob hours off me without apology, and I let it! Total time thief, but in the best way. It was my bolt-hole, my escape hatch, my “do not disturb” sign to the world when things got rough. I haven’t picked up a brush in ages (not that I’m sitting around twiddling my thumbs, mind you 😂), but I do miss it. It was therapy without the invoice, and I think it’s about time I found my way back.
And of course, there are those times when I’m talking to the ancestors. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but once you start listening, they never bloody stop. They’ve an opinion on everything, and time means nothing to them. You look up and it’s dark outside, Heff is glaring at you, and you’ve had a full afternoon’s worth of unsolicited ancestral advice about land disputes, the medicinal properties of nettles, and how Granny Frass wouldn’t have put up with half the carry-on you tolerate.
Funny thing is, those are the moments where time just disappears, when you’re doing something that stirs your soul, makes you laugh, or scratches that itch in your brain. It’s not always ‘productive’, but it’s always worthwhile.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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