Father Time’s One Night Stand


As I often like to do on a Sunday, I’ve been catching up with you all here on the WordPress Blogosphere. Blogiverse [?] Blogworld [?] Well, you know this vapid space we call the Internet that we fill with wondrous thing…

Call it what you will; I have seen so many posts recently about “Time”.

Even the The Daily Post prompt is about Time!

Whether it’s “that Time of Year”, “never enough Time”, “Time to get moving”, “Time to stop”, “about Time to celebrate”, or a myriad of other musings on this elusive element, Time is of great interest to Miss Fit. So much so that it makes her speak in the third person.


Well because the third person is fantastic [says Miss Fit]. No, I know, you meant why do I find Time so interesting…?

As a Nutritional Consultant, all other things being equal [i.e. financial situation, religious preference, gender, age, skill level, goals, needs, wants] the #1 reason reported when I ask my clients why it is they think they are not where they want to be in life the answer is always related to a seeming lack of this thing we call ‘Time’.

There is never enough of it.


Never. Ever.

For all of Time, there has never, nor will ever be enough of it for most people.

Not to mention, it is the one thing that, no matter how much money you have, you can’t physically buy more of.

If you are following me on this, you should be asking, “Now, wait, Miss Fit… You are supposed to be smart… I’m supposed to be reading your blog because your judgment is sound and good…And you just told me that the #1 reason people aren’t where they need to be is because there is not enough Time, and you ALSO just told me that no matter what, you can’t get more Time…SO…um, Miss Fit, you have set your business up for failure then because you cannot provide the missing link – no one can.. ?”



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You still here?

OH thank god.

Ok, TIME to get down to business.

You all may remember an earlier post of mine in which I discussed the difference between “spending time” and “investing time”.

All of the information in that post still holds, this is merely an addendum. It is one thing to learn to select the proper ways to use one’s Time, but one must still have Time to do this.

I digress.

And continue with an anecdote.

I give you the beautiful, sexy, Gumby

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and her distinguished beau, Father Time

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Now, for the purposes of this story, we are operating under an Adam and Eve [not Steve] story structure. This is not because I wish to make a political [or emotional] statement about sexual preference, but rather because I don’t have Time to think up of characters that would pose as the surrogate mother, the sperm-donor, and/or the in-vitro petri dish.

Gumby, with all of her flexibility can bend and sway and move about as she pleases. Definitely a score for Father Time.

Father Time, with his constant, unchanging, predictable behavior, makes for a solid procreation candidate.

A chance encounter.

A few batted eyelashes and bottles of Shiraz later, and magic happens.

Nine months later.

I present to you – Anita Moore Time.

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The one and only love child of Gumby and Father Time.

As she grows up, she is highly sought after by all human creatures, for her existence represents the progeny of Time, lending to the belief that there is a way to create Time.

There was but one way she came into being then, and there is but one way she can replicate herself in the lives of those who seek her – the secret power? Her mother’s genes of flexibility and bending.

You see, in order to get more Time, we must learn how to bend and flex that Time which we already have – – very similarly to the issue of World Hunger – it is not a lack of food, but rather a poor distribution of food that causes so many to starve. So, too, is it with Time.

Do you notice how excited people you know get for this time of year [in the States] when we get to “Fall Back” our clocks and it’s this incredible feeling of gaining an hour of life?

Did you actually get a 25th hour in the day?

Do any of us, really?

No, of course not. There are still 24 hrs in the day, but as a society we re-structure the time to synchronize our days better.

Now, interestingly, Miss Fit lives in Phoenix, AZ, the only city in the nation that does not participate in said Time Change practices. No “Spring-ing forward”, no “Fall-ing back”, just the same ‘ol Time, all the Time.

Now theoretically, this should not impact me [or my fellow Phoenicians] at all. I mean we just got done saying that those “Fall-backers” don’t really get more Time, so why does it sort of feel like a jip?

Well, quite frankly, it’s because we LOVE FREE STUFF. And the older we get, the harder we work, and it usually feels like your earnings go to everyone and everything but you. This dichotomy creates a scarcity trigger inside of us that makes us both (a) secretly not like sharing no matter what we learned in Kindergarten because let’s face it, it’s NOT just the crayons people want when you are an adult… (b) really, really, really love having control over things.

As a Consultant dealing with the inner working of unique people’s mind and bodies, I rarely IF EVER, will speak in absolutes.

But, this warrants it – NOTHING IN LIFE IS FREE.

Absolutely nothing.

Everything comes at a cost of some kind. Some literal or proverbial price to pay.

The key to “finding Time” to do the things you really want to do is not about searching for another love child of Father Time, it’s about gaining Awareness of the following:

  1. You as a person are given 24 hrs each day to do with what you please
  2. Two-thirds of that time [on average] is inherently given away to some ratio of Sleep + Work. This is because in order for us to have other 24 hrs [i.e. not die] we must rest our bodies and also earn an income to purchase food to fuel our bodies
  3. The remaining one-third of your day IS YOURS
  4. This remaining 8 hrs is not, nor will rarely ever be, a sequential 8 hrs; SEEK IT OUT, for it is hidden
  5. Find it hiding in the binge-watch of that one TV show; find it in your compulsive Facebook© stalking of people you would never talk to in person; find it in the energy spent staying mad at someone who wronged you; find it in the co-worker Happy Hour that you really couldn’t afford to go to, but did; find it under the covers of the hangover of the next morning



Find it, it’s there.

This holiday season, and always, decide what you want most, and realize that every moment has the potential to be a step toward or a step away from what you want. If you don’t claim that, someone else will.

~Miss Fit










Why Saturdays and People Make Us Grateful

Happy Saturday Readers.

Saturday is a special day to a lot of us stereo-typical 9-5 working class people.

After all, it is the first full day of the week we did not have to step into a scene from Office Space

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And it is the last day of the week we can rest our head on our pillow and know that we need not step into said scene tomorrow either.

That’s it, one day. That’s all us little peon humans get.

And some of us don’t even get that. Because we have 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet.

These are the thoughts that occurred to me as I read the most recent Daily Post.

This post [in case you are adverse to clicking links] essentially prompts the writer to discuss the “best present ever received” – of course something not store/sweatshop-made was encouraged.

As usually with these prompts, I am driven to poetry. Hard and fast.

Please enjoy, and remember to appreciate those special people in your life.



How can it be so easy to forget the Joy?

How can it be so easy to forget the Fun?



There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one

I am One

You are One

Different but the Same


I hear you



That’s it?

We’re Done?

I’m not asking to replace your One

Just to realize I am here too

And I’ve loved you.




We push so hard to stand our Ground


Wandering the Wilderness

Those scandals of our Pasts

Those terrors of our Minds




To what avail?

Did we not once ask about the Lone Tree and whether or not it makes a sound?


How can it be so easy to forget the Joy?

How can it be so easy to forget the Fun?



There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one

We’ve known the answers for all of Time

Of this I am sure

But, listen

I wish to tell you what Life’s been like without You: A Blur

A White



Of Pain

Of Fury

I’m sorry, sir, I can’t give you the details

As I mentioned…

It’s all becoming blurry

I know You are out there

My quest is never done

How could it?



It is not so easy to forget the Joy

It is not so easy to forget the Fun

There is little else like it

That familiar Presence of

Another one


A Pressing of Time

Once again I find myself at the heels of poetry for the Daily Prompt
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A Pressing of Time

Our time
Is coming to a close so quickly
I feel desperate to get through to you

This sensing of urgency

This pressing of time

I can’t seem to shake it from my mind.

What makes a month?

A week
A day

But the seconds

Those that pass with you

Those that pass with out

I’m feeling frustrated

I’m feeling stuck

Those seconds that pass

In your absence

Don’t feel worth very much
What is the ‘ pressing of time ‘ ?
It almost sounds hopeful
As if
If I squeeze Time tight enough
I can fit more into the tiny spaces of my World
Our time
Is coming to a close so quickly
I feel desperate to get through to you

This sensing of urgency

This pressing of time
I can’t seem to shake it from my mind.

Indeed my fellow Mis[ter] Fits, Life is too short to miss.
Be cognizant of your actions and recognize that Time, like the Ocean, must be respected for the power it holds.
For better or worse, Time cannot be pressed, pulled, elongated, twisted, or turned.
It is the finite “show” that must go on.
It waits for no one but yields to those who harness it.
Stay Well,

Defining ‘Minimalist’

Thanks to the Daily Post for creating another brilliant prompt. See Friday’s Photo challenge Here

“An artfully executed minimalist photograph is anything but mundane. It illustrates a moment in time, or an artistic perspective, with simplicity and grace.”


In this Age of Constant Entertainment and Consumerism, it can be difficult to slow down long enough to think about anything let alone thinking of having, doing, or being LESS.

And isn’t that what we are told a Minimalist is?

For a while now, the term “Minimalist” seems to be used in conjunction with the fan-fare of ‘Going Green’, being vegan, reducing you ‘Carbon Footprint’, doing hot yoga, and living off the grid.

None of which I am going to pass judgement on, right now anyways.

The point is, being Minimalist doesn’t have to mean foregoing things you like and enjoy. You don’t have to join a convent,  swear off cursing [pun intended], and eat only root vegetables. Unless of course you want to.

Adopting a Minimalist attitude can [and should, by definition] be Simple.

Cut the crap, loss the excess, stop and take inventory of how you spend your time and with whom spend it.

Most importantly, recognize that being a Minimalist can simply mean that you see your place in this World. You understand how small, how minimal – yet poignant- you are. You understand that both you and this world are fragile and must be taken care of together. You choose to live in awe of this fact – instead of seeing it as a threat to your personal desires and whims.


The Daily Post on Overload

Feeling the need to shake a little poetry into the Blogosphere on this Daily Post prompt

Simply put, the Challenge was this: “Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?


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Our World, so fast-paced

With the 3G, 4G, and telecom interlaced.

Our Children are learning how to love more things, but understanding less how to Love

Caught in the hustle and bustle, the traffic-jam mess,

We work more and Live less.

To turn off the noise, to shut it all out,

One must cease to rush, to pass, to shout.

But How

What with the Social Menagerie and All.

The Twittering-Tumblring-YouTubing

Linked-In to the Facebooking-Instagramming-Pintrest

Of which

Of course

You must express interest.

Let’s not forget the pull of Reality TV

You know, those people, whom we all apparently wish we could be?

But wait

Have you seen them?

Their self-absorbed consumption and over the top looks –

Just what, exactly, do you believe

Is their track record with books?

Do we even care anymore? Have we got a clue?

About education? And family?

You know those things we supposedly value…

It’s amazing how quick we are to complain

About Government, inflation, and the rain

It’s easy to hide behind the many screens

Amidst the sound bites, the live feeds, the constant information streams

We “Like” and “Pin” and “Share”

But do we really know what it means?


Lie Down.

Not to Sleep. Just to Wonder.

Open your mind’s eye to the years gone by.

Breathe Deep.

Drink it all in.


We are who we are now because of where we’ve been.

Slow Down.

Body and Mind

Feel yourself removed from the daily Grind.

Shut off the peripheral sounds.




Until the last floorboard has creaked

And the nightingale’s song is done


Do one thing everyday to reclaim your sanity

And you just might find

That in these simple acts

We shall reclaim Humanity.


The Daily Post: A Tribute to Irony’s Mother


A beautiful post challenge as always  – this is my response to The Daily Post :  10,000 Spoons

…When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic.


Miss Fit Says:


It’s the alarm clock, when you wanna stay in bed/

It’s the twice-made mistake, even after all that’s been said






Those Lesser Parts – A Daily Post

In response to the Memoir Madness from The Daily Post: Recall a time you felt disrespected, passed over, unappreciated, or “less than.” Now write a story, poem, or bit of flash non-fiction about it.


To find one’s place is hard enough/

Let alone deciphering all that moral, political, and religious stuff


Of course

There’s school and work, and trying to make a friend or two

You know – someone who doesn’t only want you around for a good screw?

They’re out there, they are;

What I can’t say for sure is exactly where… or how far.

Sometimes I think I’m rather bright;

But the older I get, the more I realize, this world harbors more dark than light.

 What do you do

How do you act

When this world fools you with falsities for fact?


You know

I really did think I could help the world not to suffer

And that someday, some good man would ask me to look in the mirror and whisper,

“See that woman? I love her”

Maybe that can still happen.

I’m sure there is still time.

But is it so wrong to want it now, that sweet sublime?

Most nights I refuse to look at myself straight in the face

All dressed in my sheers and lace

Excuse me, Sir

Do you know the pain that comes with knowing my My Place?

Sure, sometimes it makes sense;

It even seems right and not so hard

But then that familiar feeling begins suffocating again.

The Heart

All empty

And marred.

 I blame thee naught, O Universe.

It is only to thy Self I cry and curse.


You see

My problems

They seem to be created by those lesser parts of me

Those Deep,



I carry






 Surely I can’t be alone on this dismal path

Surely I cannot be the sole victim of soul wrath?

I feel as though I’m desperate for a kin –

A friendly face who knows what it feels like inside this skin.

Everyday I feel more certain


Everyday it becomes more clear

My parents were right when they told me,

“You aren’t like the others, my dear”

If only I’d known how true that would be


I could have saved myself some of the mistakes and misery.

~MissFit 08/06/2014

Because, Somehow, We Ended Up With More Than One Idiot in Each Village…

Daily Post Jeopardy


ANSWER : Soft drinks, electronics, nutrient-free snacks — you can get all of those from a vending machine. But what type of vending machine is sorely needed but doesn’t yet exist?

Question: What is,  The Vending Machine of Common Sense!



**cue syndicated audience clapping**


Consider placing one in front of every Fortune Telling studio,

fortune teller

Within every hospital proudly selling McDonald’s and Arby’s at it’s cafeteria,


And discretely behind the counter of every pawn shop knowingly in a drug trafficking area



Daily Post : Wordly Encounter

Worldly Encounters

as posted by The Daily Post:

The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?


This one was easier for me than I would like to admit.

While there are heaps of things that flew into my mind at first read of this prompt – I immediately settled on the one that I feel truly sums up the



Yet naiive,

Yet hopeful,

Yet disparaged,

Yet hopeful,

Yet confused,

Yet hopeful

Montage of our World…

A World filled with mortals grappling to find their meaning in the tiny blips of silence amidst the chaos…

Only to find that they exist so much more profoundly in the chaos.

Or do they?




Daily Prompt: I Believe

The following is an original Miss Fit musing in response to The Daily Prompt


I’ve often wondered the differences between Trusting, Believing and Hoping. My intellectual thoughts and emotional attachments to these words have vacillated over my years.

When subscribing to organized religion – Hoping was at the top of my vocabulary. The notion of Belief was too loose, too “pagan”; people “believe” in fairy tales and myths – but my God, my religion, was so much more than fairy tale or myth. IT WAS TRUTH.

But then came the atheist in my life. The questions started. The increase of brush offs and decrease of answers from pastors that came my way were both confusing and disheartening.

I gravitated hard and fast towards and Skepticism and Science.  Suddenly Trust had beaten out Hope as my  “go to” word.  Hope was now for the weak and narrow of Mind. It had no real substance to me anymore. Laughable even.

But Belief.

Belief has always intrigued me.  I have found myself many times thinking that it is the one entity I cannot function without – yet I have not defined it for myself – and am thus floundering around in this cesspool of society.

But that’s just the stubborn Nihilist in me….I know better…or do I?

is our world really just a bunch or arbitrary, subjective things?

Perhaps… in which case Belief is at the base of everything – most significantly, Trust and Hope.

You see, if I Believe that someone or something will hurt me, I am inclined – at both visceral and emotional levels – to not Trust them.

If I Believe someone or something will not hurt me, I am inclined – again at both visceral and emotional levels – to allow Trust with that person or thing  .

The incredible part is – this is still entirely up to me.

NO matter what.

I can seek knowledge – and damn well should – and I can come to “know” certain things. But at the end of the day I can decide that Gravity is a bunk myth and that the “real reason” an apple falls to the ground is because there are trace amounts of metal in the dirt and apple seeds have some kind of magnetic property that draws them to said ground. In a split second, I can decide that is my Belief – my TRUTH – and thus fashion my Life after it.

I can say that I “Trust” the apple seeds have metallic properties or I “Hope” the dirt has opposite polarity particles so people don’t think I’m CRAZY – or worse – WRONG. But even that Trust and Hope stems, ultimately, from Belief.

And so it is with myself – and everything concerning myself.

Whatever I Believe to be true about myself and all those entities surrounding myself, I will knowingly or unknowingly color my Life with.

I sure better know what those Beliefs are.

Or I can forget about obtaining Trust or Hope in myself – let alone anything or anyone else. And that – that would be a sad excuse for a Life.

God-willing, I refuse to be that person.

I Believe in myself

So that I may

Trust in myself

So that I may

Hope in myself