Why Bother to Think About Time?
My personality has a persnickety side to it. I am finicky, especially when it comes to choosing how I fill my days. Although we’ve all been given the same amount of time, twenty-four hours for each day, none of us know when the balance of our time is gone.
Deposits and Withdraws
I keep a certain amount of money in my checking account and subtract from that amount every time I write a check. Keeping track of how much money I have in my account keeps me wise. I know exactly when I need to make a deposit so that I do not write a check for an amount I do not have. Penalties for bouncing a check are expensive.
But none of us can add any days to our lives. Those are already numbered. And no one knows the day of their expiration. We just know that someday, we all die.
Sleeping takes one third of every day, leaving me only two-thirds of any given day to live in a worthy way. So, I’ve learned to eliminate some trivial, unimportant and meritless things in my life in order to spend more time on what I consider to be more fitting.
First of all, I don’t spend any time golfing. I tried it once when a friend had the bright idea of golfing as a foursome. My husband golfs and since she and her husband golf too it seemed like the perfect idea for the four of us to do it together. “You are so athletic. You will do great,” she said, convincing me to try it.
I like walking, I like the outdoors and I’m not opposed to trying new things. But after nine holes of focused effort on getting a ball in a hole by hitting it with a club, I had a headache. Giving it up gives me more time for the things that fit me; running, swimming, riding a bike and yoga.
The second thing I gave up was sewing. I tried that once too. Again, it was a friend who convinced me to try sewing. “It’s fun and easy,” she told me. Then she willingly and patiently taught me how to lay out a pattern, cut the cloth, and thread the needle. But when I sewed something wrong and had to tear out the stitches with a sharp seam ripper that bloodied my thumb, I did not see the ease or fun of sewing. I gave my sewing machine away and took up writing instead. Pressing the delete button to start a sentence over is much easier than tearing something out with a sharp object that bloodies one’s thumb.
Lastly, I don’t spend any time looking up a weather forecast. My day does not depend upon something as unpredictable and changeable as the wind, air temperature or precipitation. Instead of taking the time to look up the ten day weather forecast, I open my back door and go for a run in the weather. Not wasting time looking up the forecast frees me to simply be in the forecast, whatever it might be.
Without spending any time improving my golf swing, ripping out stitches from sewing mistakes, or watching a weather forecast, I eliminate the trivial, unimportant and meritless tasks making room for those more deserving of the moments, minutes and hours of the day I’ve been given.
Why bother to think about time? It is worth it since we can’t make any deposits and whatever we withdraw cannot be replaced.