Remember those old Hollywood movies with beautiful ladies in distress, saved by strong, charismatic men? God, I hated them, especially when following the script, women had to look both pretty and stupid. Well, that was then, before I fell in love and discovered love can really make you look ridiculous. I met him a couple of months ago at a party (not as glamorous as a movie scene but really common nowadays). He is a friend of a cousin of a friend. I know, still not glamorous. I don't remember much of this "first date" but if it made him call me back next day, it must have been good. So we started going out a lot, hanging at each other's places, you know, the usual stuff. Or at least it looked normal... until my friends got upset because I stopped going out with them, my mom started to think I'm so broke I couldn't afford calling her to see how she was and started sending me money, and I had to give away my cat, Doris, because of his allergies. As if this wasn't enough, I started looking for recipes online and took personal days so I could cook him fancy diners. Also, I have been leaving notes with love poems for him on the fridge every morning. At least I didn't actually write them, click here if you want to see my favorite website nowadays. So here I am, two months later, I gained 6 pounds, lost 2 friends, and learned a bunch of love poems for him by heart. The point is love can make do stupid things. Better yet, love makes you stupid. I don't know if it's good, or bad, but I do know it turns your life and your priorities upside down. I'm not even sure if he's the one I want to spend my life with, and I am making real efforts to imagine him bold and fat so I could figure it out. Anyway, call me stupid, but I love my life as it is right now, it feels good having the other half to lean on and... I never really dreamed of applying to Harvard.
"Dad, do you have time"? The dad stops and says "Time? As much as anyone else". Time is not a commodity we have been given only so much of. We all have the same amount of hours within our day and the same amount of days in our week. What we choose to do in those hours and how we prioritize what we do is our choice. We can talk to a person every day and find a million excuses why we don’t have time to talk to another. I do it, we all do it. Besides, technology has made it impossible to stay incommunicado unless it is our choice. I am yet to find the time to do yoga, more sit ups or finish some of the books I have been given. I, however, find time to read the ones of my choice, drink my glass of wine, sit and relax and do a number of other things that find their way into my day. I simply don’t make the time to do others. Every so often we need to take a look at our priorities and reevaluate them. Lower or eliminate some and rank others higher. By doing this, we are sure to maintain a healthy balance in the choices we make with our time. After all, it is the same as anybody else.