Recently, I was in the hospital for severe abdominal pain. While waiting for my name to be called by the nurse, I looked around at the other patients in the room. Each person had his/her own injury or illness. As I curled up in pain, I wondered if the time was passing as slowly for the other patients as it was for me.
Then I wondered, trying to distract myself from the pain, how many times does a person say the word ‘time’ in a day? How many different ways does a person refer to time throughout the course of a day? And, what about absolute time and relative time, space-time and time dilation?
Okay, I did not really wonder about the scientific make-up of time, and I am not going to speak of time travel; however, I would not mind traveling through time with Doctor David Tennant. Doctor Who?! You ask. Exactly.
Not surprising, writing this post has taken a great deal of time. In fact, between the time I started this post and today, many different things have taken place.
I spent time in the carpool line, waiting to collect my boys after school. I spent time with Charlie’s teachers and the parents of Charlie’s classmates during a parent night. I spent time reading, writing and thinking. I spent time in the waiting room, waiting for my turn at the sonogram and Xray machine. I spent time with Joe’s teacher, discussing a strategy for curbing his chewing obsession. I spent time at the park with the boys. I spent time at work, with my boss. I spent time making supper and cleaning up after supper. I spent time with my husband. I spent time with extended family. And, I spent time (and money) at the grocery store. (Based on the number of times I used the word ‘spent’, the following fact is clear to me: time is money.)
One thing I did not spend time doing was wishing a happy 33rd birthday to The Good Greatsby. Fortunately, he prefers his birthday wishes to be spread over – wait for it – time. According to the Good Greatsby, he enjoys belated birthday wishes, because the person extending the wish may feel guilty for missing the birthday in the first place. The Good Greatsby has a thing for guilt – the guilt of others, that is.
Anyway, as I was saying…
Time is always around us – always directing us. And yet, time is infinitely different for everyone. For my kids, 5 minutes may seem like five years. For me, 5 years may seem like 5 minutes.
I mean, didn’t I just give birth to Charlie 5 minutes ago? What do you mean he is now 5yrs old? No way. If Charlie is already 5yrs old, then please explain this post-baby bump on my belly. (Be quite Ben & Jerry!)
My friend, Judith… she lives in New Zealand. She has already completed her Tuesday, and she has moved on to her Wednesday. Is her time traveling faster than my time? No, of course not. Yet, I still find myself feeling behind and/or late, when I read her articles.
There are times when Judith updates her blog, and I read the article within 5 minutes of her publishing it. Still, because of my location in the world, I am reading her post a day later.
Yes, yes, I know. I am spending too much time over-thinking time and not enough time living in the moment of time. Though, as I sit here, tap-tap-tapping away on my laptop keyboard, I am living in the moment. The thoughts I am sharing with you right at this moment are live and
uneddited unedited. Of course, by the time you read this post, my here and now will be – well – gone, and I will be busy living in another moment of time.
Then there is the whole ‘running out of time’ thing. Running out of time to prepare for a test. Running out of time to get the wash done before the clothes are needed again. Running out of time to take advantage of the ‘Buy one – get one free’ sale at the World of Ice Cream.
Will time continue for me until I’ve accomplished everything I need to accomplish? Will I eventually run out of time…period?
Yes. I mean, No. I mean… Argh. Rob hates it when I ask two questions back to back, especially when they have different answers.
Time will end for me, when the proverbial timer of my life dings. And, the timer will ding, regardless of what I have or have not accomplished. I just hope the timer does not ding before I finish my ice cream. That would be a total bummer.
In the meantime, enjoy your time today, even if your today is tomorrow for someone else. Though actually, tomorrow for you is today for someone else. So really, today for someone else is still today, even though it is your tomorrow.
Wow. I think it is time for me to stop.