As another year begins, it’s a time to think about . . . time.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. So many people say that “time flies,” everything rushes by, and “life is so short.”
In the last few years, I’ve found that many days and weeks seem sooooooo much longer than they did before.
A day seems like a week. A week seems like a month.
It’s always been a case of enjoyable activities seem to whoosh by quickly, while situations I don’t want to be in seem unbearably long.
But sometimes what happened in the morning is a distant memory by the evening.
I don’t know if it’s an age thing, or maybe I can blame technology.
The Internet, followed by social media, has made everything so immediate that nothing lasts.
Years ago when the Vikings lost, I would be mad for a couple days.
Now, 20 minutes after a sporting event, it seems like ancient history because so much more is coming at us constantly, competing for our attention.
Years ago, we would take pictures. On film. And when we finally took enough of them that an entire film was used, we would take it to a local store and it would be sent off to the lab for processing. In a few more days, we could return the store to pick up our photos and see how they turned out.
Today, if we aren’t watching something live on some device, we are recording video or a picture that we can view as quickly as we are able to touch the right places on a screen to switch apps.
The expectations have changed.
We have become so conditioned to look for what’s next that what just happened gets pushed aside. I don’t know if that explains why time goes so slow for me.
In the last few years, I have become much more patient than I used to be though.
Mostly through running, I learned that if you are two miles from home, you really can’t just speed up and get it over quickly. Other than walking, which would make it take even longer, the only choice is to forge ahead and bear through it.
A speaker I heard once also provided some great insight on rest and patience.
If you’re stuck waiting in line for something, instead of stressing out, it’s an opportunity to take a deep breath, relax, and literally rest for moment.
Even waiting at a traffic light: use it to rest and relax.
The other thing I can mention about time is “being on time.”
I grew up in a family that was always on time. I don’t recall it being stated; it was just done that way.
You should be where you’re going early enough so you are in place and ready when something starts. Late is not an option.
That said, the stress of being on time conflicts with relaxing at the traffic light when you’re on the way somewhere.
Anyway, this column is sort of short, but I don’t want to use up any more of your time.