What's your relationship with time?
Christmas countdown, and I’m deliberately frittering away time that I should be using to do all the things on my list to make things happen. Gifts have yet to be purchased and wrapped, cooking and baking are undone.
It’s not like I have an open schedule. I have a full time job that requires me to be there at a certain time, and once I’m there, my work schedule is bound by meetings and time blocked out for projects. I go to lunch at a certain time, and am supposed to take an hour. I have time constraints for vacation time, limiting travel, and for sick days, limiting how I feel.
When my children were little, time was marked by how late day care stayed open; every minute past time cost money. They started school, and time was marked by the beginning of the school year, end of the school year, vacation and breaks.
Cooking happens according to the timer on the oven, or the seconds in the microwave. Without TiVo, even leisure time of watching television is dictated by the television schedule. Invitations are issued with start times, and punctuality is expected.
Does time control you? How do you manage time and time constraints?
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Some people love their calendar schedules, punctuality, checking things off a list. I’d love to get in a rowboat and float aimlessly on a lake.
I’m lucky, I have a time machine.
It’s called my watch! lol. The only thing that I find sometimes is I’ll say to myself, I’ll just sit at the computer for 5 minutes…...........and 3 hours go by! it’s a time Thief!! My PSP does the exact same thing to me! I’m sure they are in cahoots!
I tried to keep a schedule once but it just makes a mockery of me by laughing every time I miss something on it, so I gave up and just go where my daft brain tells me now.
I alwys make sure I am on time for things though, cos it’s one of my own pet hates and I wont do that to people (unless it’s circumstances out of my contro of course, like a big bar of chocolate needing eaten or something important like that)
@PandoraBoxx the lake thing sounds good, can I bring a book?
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As I am the cook and cleaner and chief bottlewasher in this house, I can organise my time to suit me to be fair. Now, where is that chocolate….......
@scotsbloke, absolutely bring a book. Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read. teeheehee
love-hate kind of, like being in love with a witch…
I’m lucky. I can work doing computer stuff five feet from my bed.
I don’t really do anything. And Christmas was simple this year. The kids (my sisters) opened gifts last night and are leaving to be with their dad in a few hours.
My only thing to do is get a picture frame and make a cartoon for Allie.
I never knew the feeling of complete rest, total relaxation or true control of my life activities until the day I unplugged my alarm clock, threw my wrist watch back into its case and stopped resetting clocks throughout my house., Only my computer and the cable television box display the correct time, and that is fine by me. It is refreshing not having time commitments, staying up all I night if I feel like it, sleeping when actually tired and waking up when my body wants to rather than when an obnoxious alarm dictates it. And considering my life up to that point had been the opposite in the extreme, it was quite a pleasant shock to my mind and body.
See ya…..Gary/wtf
@whatthefluther, @johnpowell, that sounds wonderful! There’s an enslavement aspect to time that being able to step back from it and let it go sounds divine right now.
Time flys like an arrow, fruit flies like a bananna.
I am very stingy with my time. I think sleeping too much is a total waste of time. I sleep as much as I have to which is about 4 to 5 hours a night. I like to spend my time with my kids, watching TV, and knitting.
I am always on time. If I am late for work or an appointment something is seriously wrong. I can’t stand slowness either. My husband is the most mellow, chilled out person ever. Yesterday I stood on the porch for about 4 minutes waiting for him to get out of the truck. It took him that long to get his stuff together and actually get out of the vehicle. I was freezing on the porch because I’d forgotten my keys in the house. It used to make me irate but I’ve grown to accept it. It’s something about his person that will never change. In the 11 years we’ve been married I’ve never once seen him hurry.
Right now I’m worrying about the time to get finished with Christmas. I am planning to go out at midnight when my check goes in the bank to finish up. Then I will work all day tomorrow and wrap and cook all day Christmas Eve. I will have time to finish that day…I’m just hoping for the energy!!
Time and me just don’t get along. It’s always rushing about, going too fast. I keep telling it to slow down and just enjoy the moment but it never listens.
Well 1976 was a good year. Looking forward to 77.
Time use to stretch out before me like an endless road, full of possibilities and excietment. Now, time has become something to be hoarded and used as sparingly as possible. What happened? Age, at least partially; time seems to run much faster when you get older. But having doctors tell you that you have a limited lifespan has an even bigger impact. I find myself guarding every moment with an almost religious zeal, particularly the moments I get to spend with my beloved wife.
We are pretty close, I mean, it’s only been the third date and we’ve been hitting it off pretty good. I guess I’ll see how things go from here, you know, take it one step at a time. Don’t want to rush things.
I don’t read TIME. Occasionally, I glance through Newsweek at the doctor’s office…but TIME….nuh uh….no way.
Time is my great uncle’s cousin’s step-daughter’s evil twin.
We have a mutually destructive relationship – I waste time and time wastes me
Reminds me of the quote from KingPin where Woody Harolson’s character comes home and on his way in the door, he asks his neighbor, who’s sitting on his porch “How’s life?” and the guys says: “Takin’ forever!”
I look at time as both an enemy and a friend. It’s a great friend when I’m on holiday, when I’m relaxing, when I’m recovering from a bad situation, when I’m learning to be patient, and when I depend on time to be a great healer. But it’s my enemy when I’m at work and I just want to go home, when I’m anxiously awaiting something like news that I need to hear, when I’m nearing the end of a good vacation and don’t want it to end, when I’m stuck in a long line or traffic jam and I’m impatient. It’s my friend when “good things can’t be rushed”, but my enemy when it causes me to age and become old and decrepit.
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