I’ve been thinking a lot about time these days – how I perceive it, how I feel about it. Is that something you think about? I have a hunch that a lot of us do, that it’s one of the running tracks ever-playing in the backs of our minds. Maybe it’s the fact that it never goes away, which leads to the fact that we must orient ourselves to it to dwell in a society, have relationships, earn an income. Maybe it’s the fact that we don’t know what to do with it, whether it seems abundant or whether it seems scarce. Maybe it’s that we’ve heard over and over again to “redeem” the time, and we’re just not always sure what that means, because the season has changed, or life has become more complicated, or careers or tiny little people absorb so many of our hours that redemption just sounds like too much effort, and we wouldn’t really even know how to do that anyway.
Time can seem like quite an elusive concept to me. This week, I thought I would be home every evening. I thought our patterns would remain relatively consistent. I thought I would work on certain projects and accomplish certain tasks, that my children would reap the benefits of a rhythmic schedule. Instead, I called a doctor Monday morning, got in a car Monday night, went to a hospital Tuesday morning, and since then I have shifted a fidgeting, uncomfortable baby from hip to hip more times than I can count. This wasn’t the plan, time. Didn’t you know that? Who do you think you are?
This is what I’m saying. We have BIG FEELINGS about time. And I want to know what your feelings are. Will you tell me? I think this is a conversation that stands to benefit each of us greatly. It is certainly a topic that touches each of us, every second, in more ways than we generally notice. Comment here, on Facebook or on Instagram and let me know.