Enter Nik’s Mind: If I had more time … [COLUMN]


Enter Niks Mind logo newIf I had more time I would take a well-deserved afternoon nap each day at 12 o’clock on the dot. I would make gourmet dinners every night and delicious breakfasts every morning. Oh, how the family would love me.

With more time, I would extract the ever-growing pile of unmentionables and dust bunnies tumble weeds from under our bed — shiver. I would even wash the windows for the first time in, well … ever!

If I had more time, I could plant flowers in the spring, not that I would, but I could if I had more time. I could get a master’s degree in Viticulture and Enology. (You’re gonna look that up aren’t you?) I could write sonnets and limericks, poems and symphonies, if I only had more time.

I could spend hours prowling sales racks searching for the perfect outfit. I could clean the closets and maybe find that missing shoe — it ran away from home last year. With a little more time, I could buy a guitar and learn to play it. I could teach my grandchildren French, after I learned it myself of course.

If I had more time, I would take a big balloon ride and soar across the sky and I would fix that darned hole in the wall that I accidentally made because I was rushing. If only I had more time, I could take a bath with bubbles, and soft music, and a great book and a bottle of wine — sigh. Wouldn’t that be nice?

If I had more time I’d vacation in exotic locations and eat at fancy places. I’d take a selfie on every rollercoaster in the world and get a mani-pedi every Thursday. Why Thursday? Why not? I’d eat less fast food and visit the treadmill more than once a month, too, if only I had more time.

If I had more time, I’d talk to my kids more and yell at them less. I’d stay up late into the night and watch every show I’ve ever missed. I would see endless movies, plays, concerts and even go to those dreaded candle parties, if I only had the time.

With more time I could actually ride my Harley. WOO HOO! Okay, so I don’t have a Harley, but I could get one if I had more time. I could use the Chinese-for-Dummies lessons I got six Christmas’s ago. Nǐ hǎo! And I’d even learn to walk a tightrope.

If I had more time I could kiss my hubby more and chit-chat with my parents every night instead of twice a month (I’m a rotten kid). I could spend all the time I want on the computer stalking Facebook and creeping on Twitter wasting valuable time without feeling guilty.

I could visit the Parthenon. I don’t actually know what the Parthenon is, but it sounds interesting. If I had more time I’d spend less time complaining and more time doing absolutely nothing. I would laugh more, hug more, love more. I would contemplate life, daydream, watch sunrises, catch fireflies and throw water balloons at passersby, if I had a little more time.

If I only had more time, just a little more time. I need more time … you know, if I stopped talking to you guys, I’d actually have more time. Hmmm …. later!

Until next time.


Nik Davies

Nik Davies

Nik Davies spends most of her available time making up stories and writing them down. She also hates Cheetos and dogs named Diablo. She’s the author of the hit YA Fantasy thriller “Fif15teen” and lives alone in Pittsfield unless you count her husband, children, and the ghosts of Fred and Bob their dearly departed tree frogs. Find her on Facebook and Twitter.