Which activities make you lose track of time?
You know that feeling when the world fades, the clock slips off its post, and suddenly it’s two hours later and you’ve got lipstick on your coffee mug and glitter on your elbow?
Yeah. That’s where the magic lives.
And for me? That kind of time-warping joy comes in the strangest, sparkliest places.
1. Dancing.
Of course. Obvious. Swing, soul, even just a little cheeky shuffle while brushing my teeth — the moment music hits my bones, I’m gone.
Time doesn’t tick — it taps.
And suddenly it’s dark outside and I’ve spun my way through an entire playlist, a half-load of laundry, and at least one existential breakthrough.
2. Rearranging things I have no business rearranging.
Bookshelves. The ribbon drawer. That corner of the hallway no one even sees but I know it’s slightly off.
I’ll go in “just to tidy,” and three hours later I’m waist-deep in shoebox memories, debating the emotional weight of a paperclip.
3. Writing letters I may or may not ever send.
Love letters. Goodbye letters. “Just in case I die dramatically” letters.
Sometimes I just need to pour it out, darling — no punctuation rules, no filter, no one watching.
And suddenly the sun’s moved across the room, and my coffee’s gone cold, and I’m left sitting there with ink on my fingers and a whole new clarity in my chest.
4. Trying on outfits for an event that’s not even on the calendar yet.
“Oh I’m just going to check if this skirt still fits.”
Fast-forward 90 minutes, and I’m in full glam, heels on, purse in hand, posing dramatically in the mirror like I’m about to attend the Met Gala for People Who Are Just Hanging Out With Their Dog.
Time evaporates in the presence of satin, darling.
5. Listening. Really listening.
When someone’s heart is open, when the story’s raw, when the laughter is real — I disappear into it.
I forget errands, to-do lists, even mascara reapplication.
Because nothing feels more sacred than holding space for someone who trusts you enough to drop the performance.
So yes, I lose track of time — and honestly, I hope I never stop.
Because those are the moments that remind me I’m alive.
That I’m not just passing through the day, but inhabiting it.
And darling, if time wants to slip out the back door while I’m dancing in the kitchen with lipstick and a memory box?
Let it. Because when I lose track of time, I find myself.
Stay fabulous,
— Luce 💋
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