Lately I have been curious about a certain phenomenon. The past couple of weeks I have been more busy than usual. Things seem to pile up in unexpected places along with catching up with friends and somewhere in between I find the only way to make up for lost time is to lose sleep. This obviously takes effect in ways I expect: hitting the snooze button more than twice, feeling an afternoon lull, and the need for caffeine more than just the morning jolt. Recently, however, my lack of z's has taken an unexpected turn. It has made me measure the preciousness of time in a whole new way.
Timing is everything. This is not new. I was recently talking with an older friend of mine and she said that time flies by as you get older because you have less time left. I, however, like to think it is as more of a side effect of maturity and a lesson I keep learning over and over again. I do not appreciate the time to do the odds and ends of things unless I don't have anytime to do them. Why is this? Why has the constructs of time begun to weigh down my thinking and my doing? I know I am not alone. Every time I interact with someone, there is a reflection of how much time one has, where are they going, and what are they doing to keep busy in the meantime. Time is measured by the quality and the quantity of how it is spent with the time allotted or even earned. Perhaps that could be a whole new measure of success? Thinking about it makes my head spin. Quite frankly, it's exhausting and I'm tired of it in a whole different way than I will ever be before my morning brew.