Going Through the Motions

I can’t tell you how often I get home from work—so grateful
to be home—throw on my comfy clothes, do whatever needs doing, and then throw
myself on the couch to relax the work day stress away.  Then, all of a sudden, it’s time for bed and
I just want to beg the clock to pause. 
To let me have just a few more hours in my house on my couch with my
wife and my puppies. 

It’s pretty much a nightly thing these days.  I feel like all day I go through the motions
just so that I can have those few precious hours at home in the evening.  And then the day is done and the evening is
gone and it’s time to do it all over again and the cycle just never stops.  The next thing you know, it’s Thanksgiving,
and then Christmas, and then a whole new year and the seasons change and it’s
all just a giant blur of minutes and hours and days.

Sometimes I wonder what it would take to slow it all down.
What would it take to make it to January 1st and be able to say that
all of that time has fulfilled me?  More
vacations?  More money?  More time with my camera?  Less time at the office?  More walks through nature?  Fewer hours on the freeway?

It’s probably a combination of all of the above—plus some
things I haven’t thought of yet—and I could probably start working on it all
tonight, but I won’t because I’m tired and it’s been a long day already, and
when I get home I will just go through the motions.  Again.