Candice Nolan / May 2, 2019


I’ve been doing some time travel lately. And I’m jet-lagged. Sigh. Some might call it procrastination. Or even writers block. But I put it all down to good ol’ fashion time travel. I know what I need to do, but I keep on creating excuses.

I met up with an old friend today. We spend most of our time competing with each other. Trying to out-do one another. It’s tiring. Sometimes I think. Other times, I ruminate. Ha ha ha. But I digress. We both have the same trouble. We’re so much better than we think the other is.

I always feel some kind of way after we hang out. She is more of a risk taker. She moves from project to project without ever seeming to finish anything. She always says she envies me for having the husband and 2.5 kids. But I envy her more. Ha!

It’s probably not the most healthiest of relationships. But then again, what is? We both tend to take things personally. I am growing though. And the funny thing is, the healthier I become, the healthier we become. She helped me realise something important. I do way too much time travelling. It took a visit to my past to realise that.

We haven’t seen each other for a while. I was catching her up on all the horrid happenings over the last few months. The disciplinary hearing. The beef with my boss. And I kept saying, I’m over it. And I am. But ruminating about the past put me in a different headspace. Time travelling. Jet lag.

In the past, I would never have imagined that I would have achieved what I have in this short space of time. I’ve set up my own podcasting website. I achieved catharsis, podcasting about something deeply personal. Every day is an achievement.

But then there’s the epic crime podcast that I keep procrastinating about. Time travel to the future. Everyone is super disappointed. It’s nothing like Serial (this American Life and their epic podcast, the ultimate real life “who dunnit?”). Sigh. The runaway train screeches to a halt. My podcast was never meant to fit the mould of Serial.

It’s a story that has never been told. Because I haven’t told it yet. Watch this >>>space<<<

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