We all have 24 hours in a day, and until someone builds a machine to suspend time or to rewind it, we are all stuck with that reality.
I have always been fascinated by time or maybe I should say preoccupied with it. As a swimmer growing up, I measured my performance by time. A swim that was a few seconds off my best time was devastating. And yet when you stop and count it. . .1. . .2. . .3, it seems so insignificant.
I lived my childhood (and much of my adulthood) waiting for time to pass so I could reach the next big milestone. I remember wanting time to pass so I could be in high school and then in college. Then I just had to wait a few more years to get a good job and get married. I found myself constantly waiting for time to pass so I could get to the life I wanted. Time was an obstacle to be conquered rather than a gift to be enjoyed.
And then time stood still. . .when you lose a loved one, your perspective on time changes in the blink of an eye.
When I lost my dad all I could think about was wanting a few more years, or months, or weeks or days with him. I just wanted one more chance to sit and play cards with him, or to listen to him rant about the news or to hear him say hi when I called to check in.
Time suddenly seemed so much more important and precious and elusive.
I blame my impatience and my inability to enjoy the present on my type A personality. If I am honest, I have spent more of life worrying about the next chapter than living the current one. Unfortunately, I think this is a very common experience.
One of the best things about my transition to Tiny Living is the ability to spend more time doing the things that have meaning to me. I am learning to slow down and enjoy today more. I don’t get it right all of the time, but at least I am moving in the right direction.
Are you using your time wisely? What things do you wish you had more time for?