Time out

I don’t know how it started, but I have become – like so many people, preoccupied with time.  The time it takes to do certain things… time wasted… time saved… time slipping by…..

I’m over it.

I hope.

Sitting down for lunch mid-painting yesterday I turned on Oprah (I never do that).  I mean, I don’t sit down for lunch when I’m on my own, and I certainly don’t sit down in front of the TV to do it, and it was one of those shows where you just go – POP.  Message meant for me.

The book was called “A New Earth“. And some of the things that were being discussed just rang bells for me big time.

I know who I am.  I’m comfortable with my journey and the way I am travelling and presenting myself, but one thing that I struggle with is being fully present in the moment.  I spend, so much of my day with one eye on the clock, racing from one thing to the next, and not stopping to enjoy the feeling of a peg in my hand as it opens, and closes in a perfect motion to successfully hold freshly washed fabric on the line.  Taking that moment and appreciating it for what it is, is, I believe, at the core of happiness, and while I am joyful in nature and experience, I have too much self-imposed stress.

And it is completely self-imposed.

Perhaps you are like me – rush, rush, rushing, so that you can fully enjoy a quiet moment when it comes along, and perhaps, like me, that never really happens, or the rushing becomes such a habit that you use that time to do something else that must be done.  And still the list of things to be done grows.

I have ordered the book, and I hope, when it comes it helps me to enjoy taking it slower, and focusing less on time, and allowing its hold on me to ease off just a little.

Because the time we have is finite, and perhaps we should be enjoying every second, instead of trying to expand it with more meaning and concrete, demonstrable ‘results’, to prove that it wasn’t wasted.

Breathe….