In college I realized that hours, days, weeks, and months were man made creations and didn't really exist. I decided that the passage of time was better measured by the movement of the sun and the passing of the seasons. It should be no surprise that I have been perpetually late since that moment in my life. Time can move both slowly or quickly. Time can seem to stop. Time can help you; time can hurt you.
There are three days of school left for the students, and all three of those are early release days. The students leave two hours early, and I have two hours to get things done. The next two days are teacher work days, with no students, and really very little to accomplish besides getting myself ready to leave for the summer. Granted, getting me ready to leave is no small task by any means, but it is all that I have to accomplish. Saturday afternoon is graduation (*sniff*). Then school is out for summer.
Tinker Mountain Writer's Workshop starts on Sunday evening with registration, then starts full force Monday morning with a campus tour, computer training, and craft seminars. I know from past experience that the week will completely fly by. It will be done on Friday, and I will wonder where it went. I'm glad it is starting right at the end of school though; I will still be in a get up and go routine and won't be expecting to sleep, rest, eat, or otherwise become a lazy slob.
I don't think I have ever heard such a splendid reason for being late. That makes total sense, and I might just adopt the same understanding of time. And as someone who has been pregnant, I can completely agree with this...just look at the idea of calculating a due date. Those are hardly ever accurate...nope, time has so much more to do with nature and the seasons and growth.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet you wear a huge watch on your wrist 24/7. Sounds like a conundrum to me...
ReplyDeleteYes, I wear an enormous watch. I have to. And yes, I wear that watch every moment that I am not in the shower, I have to. I have no clue at any point of the day what time it is. If I cannot see the sun, then 7 a.m. and 3 p.m. feel exactly the same to me. Once I realized that hours are not real, I cannot keep track of them at all. And days of the week are completely useless, Monday, Thursday, Saturday? I never know what day it is; however, I can always tell it if is an A day or a B day. My personal circadian rhythm runs on a 30 to 34 hour schedule, so I only feel like I am on a natural path every three days or so. I'm telling you, once you realize that time as we measure it does not exist at all, you truly cannot keep track of it, at all.
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