I had realised that as well as being dictated to by ‘the time’ I was somewhat fixated by it. I was habitually glancing at my wrist every ten to fifteen minutes, so hoped that ditching the wrist jewellery would reduce stress levels, and to some extent it has.
If I NEED to know the time, I have plenty of sources: my phone, the clock at the bottom of my computer screen, the radio station I listen to, the television screen (if I can remember which button to press), and the old fashioned wall or mantle clocks. You can’t hide from it.
But even though I only now seek out the correct time when I think I need to, I am sometimes still dictated to by time: not all of the time, but mainly to do with work.
Monday to Friday, my alarm clock goes off at 7.15am.
I leave the house at 7.54 to catch the 8.05 train to work.
I’m in work for 8.30.
The coffee van arrives to my workplace at 9.50 and is back with my lunch at 1.30.
I normally, though not exclusively, leave work at 4.24 to be in the train station in time to get the 4.44 home.
I’m in my house at 5.05.
This is repeated with monotonous, metronomic regularity. It’s almost its own biorhythm.
Meanwhile, time ticks along, caring not one bit about the impact it has. It’s a heartless master or mistress (does time have a gender?).
You can’t buy it or sell it. It’s precious but has no price. You value it and invest it. Yet you can waste it and lose track of it. You can’t get it back, nor give it away. Make the most of it, it’s yours and yours alone.
Not wearing a watch does not mean I am ignoring time, but I spend less time worrying about it. Time will take care of itself.
“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.” George Harrison