Is Like Eating a Bag of Chips

I have been up since 5 am this morning. I don’t have a “job”, in the sense that I don’t clock in anywhere. None the less, time is a gift, and I have to be a better steward of it.

The thought of time has been on my mind since I saw a reflection of myself within another woman recently. I didn’t like what I saw.

She was in a community church choir.

Holding.

Scrolling.

Through.

Her.

Phone.

While she was singing.

Scrolling.

Her thumb was mov...