time is of the essence..

.... um. i feel like there needs to be a moment of silence after that deep thought.

actually, i can't really remember where that sentence was used. it's so familiar (and hokey) though; maybe in my high school yearbook? i should know that, i was an editor after all, but i can't remember. maybe it's something my high school teachers emphasized, or was it famous for another reason?

anyway. hokey, forgettable, or not, it's mighty mighty true. sometimes, i feel like i don't use time that well (like, maybe now, for instance). but at the same time, it makes zero sense to me to fill all my days with constant, continuous activity because then, i don't get any ... moments. like -- the times where you sit down in a breathful humph and just enjoy the breeze, the sun, a chance to breathe.

i want to:
climb, run, swim more
learn spanish, japanese, italian. brush up on french. re-learn chinese.
go back to photography and do it better this time around.
travelllllllllllllll
see more friends, but without the hassles of scheduling, planning, driving, arranging.
figure out my car(s) -- and everything involved in that (a lot)
make two much-delayed dentist and optometrist appointments.

see, now i'm delving into tasks. borrrriiiiiiiiing.

time is of the essence. essence -- could also mean smell. i wonder if time smells like anything?