Well we have all had thoughts like:
- "There are not enough hours in the day."
- "I don't have enought time."
- "Tempus fugit" (time flies)
Everything changed in the middle of March this year when a huge number of people found themsleves staying at home, some working, some not. Either way we suddenly had more time than we knew what to do with. I am still working from home but don't have fixed appointments outside the home any more and I am not sure when that will change. It suddenly gave me a whole new perspective of work and leisure time. I no longer had to be somewhere at a particular time, I didn't need to get out of bed at a given time (many days).
I filled my time though. I walked a lot, locally, finding places close by that I didn't know existed. I spent time in the garden, working on the lawn to get it to a much improved state of health and appearance than it had been for a few years. I contacted family and friends I hadn't seen for years. I took part in numerous learning events to improve my professional developmet. The list goes on.
What I found difficult adjusting to was understanding that if I didn't complete something today, it didn't matter. I could always do that tomorrow, or even the next day, or perhaps next week. I seem to have developed a whole new routine that my life is run by. Even when going shopping: we queue, which I hate but then I realise I don't have to be anywhere else at a given time so it actually doesn't matter if I have to stand in this queue. I would never have thought that 6 months ago.
Today brought a new experience. I had an online meeting at 10am this morning. I hadn't forgotten, it was in my diary. I got up in plenty of time, had coffee, breakfast. All I had to do was walk into my home office and log on. I offered to take my husband to his shop just 5 mins away. My body clock told me I had plenty of time, it was, after all just after 8am. WRONG! On checking it was 9.45am. I was almost late for my meeting (my husband offered to walk to work).
That is the very first time since the "lockdown" that I had nearly been late for something. I have just got used to not having to look at the clock because I don't have to. I am quite obsessive about timekeeping and this has shocked me that I could actually get into the frame of mind that it doesn't matter what the time is. Maybe we are all too obsessed with time.
What are your thoughts? Has your concept of time changed? Will it change forever?
Happy Tuesday. Stay safe and well. Geoff
It's not me in the video, however I did wear clothes like that in 1968 when it was a hit!