When my children were small they’d scatter dandelion seeds with balloon–puffed cheeks, and then stomp back with insistent pleas to “Put it back together, pweeze.”
And so it is with time—whirly, twirly, difficult to catch, impossible to hold.
That could probably be the theme of 2015. Where did all my time go?!
And believe it or not, there are 8,760 hours in a year. 720 hours in a month. 168 hours in a week, and 24 hours in a day. Honestly, as I try to mill down and recall what I did with over eight thousand hours last year…well, it’s a little blurry.
So, to help me in my quest, I thought I would Google my first big question, “Where does all my time go?” I’m still not clear, but as I write this its 5:07 A.M. in Hong Kong, at least according to www.whattimeisit.com.
Then, while looking farther for the answer to my disappearing time, I stumbled on sites directing me on how to find time for myself, find time to read, find time to do my to-do list, and find time for all my dreams. Trying to find time for all these things made it hard to squeeze time in for making dinner though. It’s now 6:10 A.M. in Hong Kong.
And according to an article on a Virginia Tech site, Where Did All my Time Go? I needed to complete a Time Analysis Inventory to find the passing hours. Of course, it’s set up for college students—I improvised.
The inventory even had a category for grooming activities, (apparently, college students spend waaay more time on primping than this momma), and even with the “unexpected” tasks I personalized, like the minutes it takes to get rid of the latest kitty-catch waiting on our doorstep, toilet plunging, packing lunches, or the probable, “Mom I forgot my homework,” the inventory concluded I still had 15 weekly remaining hours to…um… study for my next exam? Huh? Good to know. And now it’s 6:30 A.M. in Hong Kong.
Now that I have an idea of where my time goes; I thought I might explore the essence of time itself. According to Max Tegmark of Forbes.com, tidal friction and the slowing of the earth’s rotation will eventually result in a twenty-five hour day. Of course, it’s only going to take a few hundred million years to add that hour. Time flies—but not that fast, I guess.
As I read further on Forbes.com, I see there is an argument between psychologists and philosophers on whether time is even REAL. Can you imagine? I told my best friend about this catastrophic dilemma, she wondered what it would be like if time were never measured. Hmmm. If time were never measured—I was excited to relay—I would never-ever be late again! But then again, Patsy pointed out; I would never be on time either. Oh, well. Thank goodness time is really REAL. And it’s really time to start dinner because it’s now 6:45 A.M. in Hong Kong, and all my philosophical contemplation has left me with just 9 hours to study!!! Oh, no.
Time expert, Deepak Chopra, warns that people who feel they are running out of time actually speed up their biological clocks. Gasp! Not only that, they have faster heart rates, higher levels of adrenaline, and jittery platelets. Don’t know about you, but the last thing this gal needs is jittery platelets. So trying to manage my platelet stress, I began contemplating, fell asleep, woke up and realized—according to the Virginia Tech time analysis—I’m now left with 8 hours of study time. Did anyone feed the kids?
I did find MindTools.com refreshing though. While learning how to manage my time, it used words like “simple” and “practical.” But then required me to complete a test. The descriptive word of my test score was “OUCH.” Need I contemplate more?
One important time management recommendation—concentrate on the activities that give me the most reward. That means the next time my kitty leaves me his latest hunt—I leave the gift on the step. No reward in that activity. Then there’s my need to work smarter not harder, manage interruptions, set goals, stop procrastinating and focUS, foCUS, FOCUS…the whattimeisit.com is telling me it’s lunch time in Hong Kong…wonder what they’re eating in Hong Kong?… now what was I talking about?
So, tonight when I stared at the gifts needing wrapped, the bare cut-out cookies, and my long list of things still to do—I let it all go. I spent more time connecting with my daughter while listening to music on her bed. Within months she’ll fly off to college. For this mom, time flies faster than a blink of an eye. I even ignored the kitty’s incessant rubbing on my leg for attention—no interruptions for me. No Sir!
Once downstairs I wasted no time belly-flopping right into sharing my revelations. My husband went looking for the thermometer. But being moved by—mercy and grace, of course—I forged ahead. After all, this was a man who had no idea the earths rotation was slowing even as we spoke! Gulp.
I think he was quite aware, however, that I was speeding up as I jabbered on about Hong Kong and the need to prioritize, set goals, manage time, do less procrastinating, focus… Jerry’s eyes glazed. Ho-Ho and Ho-Hum. I’m pretty sure I’d lost him in Hong Kong.
Discouraged I plopped on the couch in a heap of jittery platelets, mentally reviewing my vanished day. Just maybe the day wasn’t a total loss. I did use all those extra moments the Virginia Tech Inventory said I had to study God’s word, pack lunches, check on a few friends, and step out the Me-box I can get wrapped in.
And now its four hours passed my bedtime in Hong Kong. No wonder I’m exhausted! I pray you manage time to truly celebrate and be refreshed by the birth of Christ this Christmas. Merry Christmas Time and A Happy New Year!!!
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under Heaven…”