I’ve heard it said that time doesn’t exist, that it’s a human construct. I can wrap my brain around the invention of clocks and that we created these segments which we now fit our lives into, but the concept seems empirical. We see it in the passage of days and seasons. It’s evident in the cycles of birth, aging, and death. We witness it on our own bodies.
Working with time would be to live seasonally, off the land. Riding the tides of abundance and dormancy. Most of us don’t live this way and need, therefore, to tame time (or be tamed by it). To learn to fit within its constraints. To manage ourselves and consciously prioritize our days and lives.
Time management is something I struggle with. How to prioritize what, and get it all done, so that I feel satisfied and happy with what I have accomplished at the end of the day (or week)? It’s a trick to organize a life this way. I’ve always been a one foot in front of the other kind of person. I find myself fluttering from one thing to another and in the end not knowing how the time has passed.
It’s a balance that I’m looking for. It’s good to live intentionally and know what your goals are and to work towards them, but it’s also important to just live and appreciate the moments and people in our lives. We all have to find the balance that works for us. As with everything, checking in and being mindful is key. One day at a time.