Beyond measure of time

Aloha everyone, 

today I'm putting cards of Time perception on the table, which have been uncovered many times but never understood in full. 

Below you may read about one of my most beloved interpretations of evanescence made by my friend which I'm still learning through. Enjoy.

november coziness by GigiBax

Since it is so tempting to look at the watch over nad over again, measuring minutes turning into pressure and re-planning the things we haven't done yet instead of actually doing them. 

I chose the theme of this short post because during this weekend particularly I've been fighting hard not to even glance at my watch, wall clock, oven clock, strangers' watches, smarthphone, anything. Sunrise & sunset duo only. 

I was on the deadline whole working week around and concluded that Time cannot decide about my rest and fun on Saturday nor Sunday. I've made some spontaneous and unwanted once-overs obviously, but in general I managed to be comfortably beyond measure of time this time - because I've got very well inspired recently. I want you now to get inspired too!

My classmate J. is a really special human being, you know. Despite of being kind, super smart and cute and cuddly, she's always well organised in my eyes. Not so long ago, on the columns of our school magazine, we had an opportunity to discuss how she deals with the whole everyday stuff so peacefully. 

Asked if she has got Time in her life, J. answered:

I haven't got time in my life for there's no such a thing like time. 

(...) 

I never say I "don't have time", I say that I just won't make it today.

These sentences really concerned me, because I saw in the drawers of my memory myself explaining in front of myself: I cannot do it, for I haven't got time for it. 

Let's face it, we say it aloud every damn day. 

Instead of reflecting: hey I can also do it tomorrow, I would get frustrated and hopeless about how the rhythm of World didn't match that of mine.

In this context, J. explains:

We should be the ones who try to get [time], not wait to be bothered by it. It's not the problem we cannot do something, it's just the wrong order of activity. 

Indeed, I admitted to myself having woken up on Saturday morning. I had as usually plenty of different tasks to complete, but I chose those I felt like doing and was ready for them. In the evening I was also starting a big 18th party of my best friend and couldn't let myself immerse in the distracting hurry during the day. I should be relaxed and happy there, not tired and I fortunately did. 

I just didn't measure time! 

I accomplished more than I wanted and at the party itself left my phone in a bag and before hadn't worn the watch. I was so carefree, absolutely committed to on-going situation. What a feeling! 

I came back at about 5 a.m. today, I slept a while, fought off Smonday feeling while dealing with some extra work tasks and now I'm sitting here typing for you with a beautiful perspective of spare time soon to use. 

On the normal basis, if I controlled every quarter of my progress in revising things and moreover tried harder to hurry up and get all of it done, I would do it whole way longer. 

That's this ironic link I discover - the more I count precisely the Time, the less joy I actually get from using it.

I live my own rhythm, next to the one which measures imaginary time. 

Oh, J. 

It's not easy, but if you are capable of it, we should be as well. 

Let's try next weekend. Or maybe you're ready to face the challenge and ignore Time for a little bit tomorrow? 

See you next week, 

Julia

P.S. Any James Bay fans here? New album is coming and personally - I'm f r e a k i n g out! :)