who knows where the time goes?


I fell asleep with Nate last night at eight, then woke up in his bed at one, moved to my bed and talked with Jenny when she woke up until two, then got up at five fifteen to start my day.

Where does the time go?

I’m learning a new route at the Post Office….one that’s longer than mine and in unfamiliar terrain.

It’s beautiful and wild….and…for a good part of the early hours of the route, completely in town.

That’s a lot of range in a 75 mile daily journey….town to deep country. It’s interesting and challenging.

I could do my route in my sleep after all these years.

It’s an easy drive and I can sometimes finish it early.

So….it makes you wonder why I’d choose to attach myself to a behemoth route like this new one.

I think that I’m going to like it.

That’s the funny part….in spite of how hard it is right now, I do think that I’m going to like it.

Maybe that’s what I needed….the challenge.

A comfort zone can be sustained forever….but, man, it’s boring.

I’m not going to get into a spaceship anytime soon.

Why not drive a couple of miles up Miller Mountain?

It’s steep….but a whole lot safer way to exit the comfort zone than jetting off into space.

I’m no spaceman, I’m a mailman.

I can do this.


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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