Sunday, November 4, 2012

Pocket of Time





 
                       The time to change was yesterday;
                             the time to wake up is now.

                                         Judge Judy


Hopefully we all remembered to turn our clocks back last night.  The only way I can remember which direction to turn the clock hands is using the old phrase, spring forward and fall back. 

For as long as I can remember, I have not liked this changing of time.  Some how, my body doesn't get the message about the time change so my eating schedule is askew and I have difficulty adjusting my sleeping habits.

When it stays light out until 8:30 or 9:00 pm, I am much more active.  I wake up of a morn greeted by daylight.  I spend the day following my schedule whatever it may be, and then prepare for the next section of time after dinner as bedtime is hours away. 

Unfortunately, my mind is easily tricked by the time change.  I wake up and it is still dark, so I am happy to go back to sleep.  Then my entire day is out of routine.  After dinner, I glance out the window and see that it is dark and automatically think it is time for my pajamas and a good book, but it is only 6:00 pm.  It seems like I miss the entire segment between dinner and bedtime.  When it is dark, I am not eager to go for a walk, or run over to the store, or attend a meeting.  I want to settle in.

The day I retired I took off my lovely watch, never to wear it again.  I seem to run better on my own inner clock with an unknown time zone.  I have learned time is very elastic and retractable.  When I am enjoying what I am doing, my hours and minutes fly by; contrarily, when I am stuck in a long line, time either stands still or stretches endlessly. 

There is conversation about time in terms of living parallel lives ... now how is that for messing with time.  And who watches the clock for those believing in previous life  and after life?  My favorite, however, are the pockets of time.  They by far are my favorite place in time.  Pockets of time are those places we find ourselves totally absorbed in something, so mesmerized all concept of time has been lost.  We almost startle out of our reverie, gasping, "what time is it?"  To our surprise, we find that only 10 or maybe 15 minutes have passed by while we were spending hours in our private pocket of time.


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