Are there really enough hours in the day to accomplish everything? Why does it feel like the more time I have, the more is wasted? Should I feel guilty for letting moments slip through my fingers as I procrastinate completing unappealing chores (ahem, laundry), or unpacking boxes from the house I moved into 8 months ago?
What lives in the time vortex?
I can spend hours talking to friends over an iced green tea at Starbucks. For example, I met my dear friend Karen today. Three hours later, I glanced at my watch and realized I should probably get moving. The truth is that when engaged in conversation, I can yap forever. Never running out of things to chat about, I find it nearly impossible to pull away.
Everything around me slows while the clock dashes on. How does that happen anyway? Suddenly, I am late for the next task, appointment, etc.
Funny how the opposite occurs when anticipating an event. Seconds decelerate as I sense the world spinning backwards. Call me Ms. Impatient as I tap my toes waiting for the expected moment to arrive.
Which direction does the vortex spin?
I do realize that time doesn’t actually charge out of control or slow to a crawl depending on what I am doing. Somewhere deep into the subconscious mind, sits the answer as to which direction the vortex spins.
Like a movie watched on a DVR or Blu Ray, I tend to fast forward when somehow bored or uncomfortable. I deliberately linger or repeat watching over and over when joyful. Is this typical for others too?
Maybe it is simply the way of the world. It is certainly possible that I am reading too much into it (wouldn’t be the first time). Overall, if I keep busy hours take flight. However I keep a stable pace when taking my time. Is there a happy medium?
The ultimate goal is to achieve balance. What keeps you from being sucked into a time vortex? Share your stories and ideas. Is there an on/off switch, or do you simply ignore it?