It’s Sunday night again, which means that tomorrow *an orc war horn blows in the near distance* will be Monday. And so we all (or most of us, I guess) will head back to our day jobs for the next five days, and waste away our precious time doing stuff we couldn’t care less about. After all, we need to eat, buy clothes, pay the bills, survive, etc. What a yawn, man.

I’m grateful for my job and everything it provides me, but I don’t fail to realize this system we live in is a form of slavery. And so is human existence? This post got pretty dark pretty quickly, right?

Back to the subject: it is Sunday, and I edited very little during the weekend. Usually, I’d be disappointed in myself and cry over the ‘wasted’ time. Today, I’m happy to have enjoyed a relaxing couple of days. Today, the prospect of Monday is as depressing as it always is. But at least I got to live (laugh, run, shop, watch movies, dance, sing, eat delicious food, sleep long hours, kiss, hug, smile, feel the sun over my skin) during the weekend, even if that meant that my edits are yet again postponed to the time cracks I’ll manage to find during the work week. Monday doesn’t have to be dreadful if I make of it a promise: Yes, I’ll have to work a lot, but I’ll also steal time to write and edit—and in doing so, I’ll be stealing time to dream, to live.

Please try to steal time as well. It sounds awful, but I promise that your heart and your soul need that little, harmless crime.