Time has become my most valuable resource, more then dollars or points or pages- I just need more of it

More when my schedule can slot together neatly with someone else’s

(or at least have some overlap)

 more so that my phone calls aren’t rushed one hand pressed

against my left ear so I can hear over the cacophony of the bus

more so I can stitch the relationships that are ripping at the seams

back

together

neatly, one facetime call and chai latte at a time

More is eight hours of sleep and not scoffing when someone says they stayed up until midnight working on homework

More is weekends, real ones, not two and a half days to catch up stuffed with essays and laundry and it always being your turn to exercise the dogs

More is taking ten minutes to shower after practice without feeling like I'm wasting time if I'm not writing a to-do list in my head while I rinse my hair out

More is rest

At least some.