Time flies, gets lost, and squandered. I spend it. Then, I lament not being able to get it back. How about you?
Some people are on time. Others are not.
I grew up in an on time family. When I was allowed to go on outings with friends to the mall, I had to meet my mom at the agreed to location on time. I was in a lot of activities as a kid and I remember being late to one dance class. It was that unusual.
When I was a theater teen, directors and stage managers said, “Early is on time and on time is is late.” At my first job as an adult, it was often said, “Early is on time. On time is late. And, late is unacceptable.” Most of the people I worked with were either in the military, or retired from it. Time had their respect.
There are friends whose tardiness is so well-established that others lie to them about get-together times. When I know I’m getting together with one of them, I make sure that I have an activity to do that allows me to progress toward my goals. Being a blogger and having a smartphone makes turning waiting time into productive time easy. I almost always have a pen and paper with me wherever I go too. When the friend arrives, I am not in any way annoyed or put off. My day has still been progressing.
On Time and Teeter-Totters
I now look at time as a teeter-totter. Fluidity sits on one end, rigidity on the other. Both are needed. I have accepted that perfect balance between them only happens in rare and magical moments. I’ve been leaning a lot on fluidity during the past five years. My work and relationship choices require it more.
I crave the routine and rigor of a schedule. This past weekend, I gave myself an at-home retreat. During it, I scheduled the hours of my days from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m.
Saturday Morning, I wrote:
The structure is giving me a sense of freedom and ease. My shoulders melted down from my ears, because I know what I’m doing, what is expected of me, and what I am expecting during each hour of the day.
Sunday Afternoon, I wrote:
Schedule structure is amazing, so long as I can maintain a willingness to be flexible within it. Life is always happening and as someone who fell in love with a CEO who has seven children, stuff comes up all the time.
Stuff does come up all of the time:
On Saturday, we had to push doing the SpartaChris back an hour. A client needed technical assistance from Chris in order to run her business. He sat on a chair at the gym working on his laptop. I walked the track without my phone for an hour. We were supposed to start at noon, but didn’t really get going on it until 1:15.
The last time I’d had any nourishment was before 10 a.m. From 10:30 a.m. until noon, I was in a Power Vinyasa 3 class. I sweat during that class and my muscles get tapped out. There are plenty of food options available at the gym’s cafe, but I was trying to stick to my Magical Leek Broth fast.
I drank lots of water and focused on the delay as an opportunity to practice patience. Due to the schedule shift, I didn’t get to have more broth until 3:30 p.m.
For the record: I am not patient by nature AT ALL. One of my favorite memes says, “Why is ‘patience’ a virtue? Why can’t ‘hurry the f*ck up’ be a virtue?”
What I Learned About Time During My Retreat:
I feel more relaxed when I have a written schedule. So long as I can accept and adapt to the fact that life will disrupt my schedule without warning, writing a daily schedule will be good for me.