Okay, so my other blog got me thinking because I briefly mentioned this in it:
It is amazing to me how much time I used to have. I did nothing with my time. What did I do with all of the wonderful amounts of time I had in years previous? I don't even have a clue--I vaguely remember watching copious amounts of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. but apart from that--I honestly don't know where or to what my time went.
Now, this year, I am extremely aware of every spare moment--probably because there are so few... I am painfully aware of them. If I have an extra ten minutes I am taken off guard--what will I do with this insane amount of extra time?
This must fall into the category of: "you never really know what you've got until it's gone."
Suddenly I find myself singing Amy Grant's "Parking Lot" song... "Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what ya got 'til it's gone...pave paradise and put up a parking lot...woo...."
Sorry about that--I can't resist a good song... and yes I did sing it to make sure I got the right words down.
Anyways, I am suddenly at a loss for time and it is affecting much more of my life than I ever really imagined it would.
My relationships are impacted--I now make appointments with friends--gone are the days when we could casually meet up somewhere; now I schedule my lunch dates or playtime at the park. And even when I do this I inevitably will, occassionaly, double book and have to cancel on someone. My boyfriend calls and I am in the middle of something so I promise to call back only to forget and have him call me again later when I am already on to my next task.
My homework is impacted. I find myself constantly juggling life--which is more important the reading for Church History or the 1 page response for Romans and Galatians or should I just skip both and study for my Media Law and Ethics test on Thursday because I won't have time to study on Wednesday because I'll be at the Clause office until 1 a.m.?
My sleep is impacted--I find myself waking up in the middle of the night asking myself "Did I assign that story too early?" or "Did I brush my teeth?" I am a walking zomby for half of the week because I get up early to finish assignments before class. Then, Thursday after class--really the end of my most stressful part of the week-- I crash. I go to sleep for hours at a time in the middle of my Thursday and don't feel completly rested again until Sunday morning--just in time to start all over again.
I wish that I could just go back in time for a moment and just tell myself to enjoy the free time while it lasts...because soon reality will hit--and boy did it hit hard this semester.
Somehow time isn't something people think of when they think of lost or stolen goods. I do now. My time is precious and anything that I am doing that isn't worth my time is stolen from me--lost forever.
So if you are talking to me and I look a little annoyed--maybe pick up the conversation or change topics--don't waste the few precious free moments I have in my day. :)
It is amazing to me how much time I used to have. I did nothing with my time. What did I do with all of the wonderful amounts of time I had in years previous? I don't even have a clue--I vaguely remember watching copious amounts of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. but apart from that--I honestly don't know where or to what my time went.
Now, this year, I am extremely aware of every spare moment--probably because there are so few... I am painfully aware of them. If I have an extra ten minutes I am taken off guard--what will I do with this insane amount of extra time?
This must fall into the category of: "you never really know what you've got until it's gone."
Suddenly I find myself singing Amy Grant's "Parking Lot" song... "Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what ya got 'til it's gone...pave paradise and put up a parking lot...woo...."
Sorry about that--I can't resist a good song... and yes I did sing it to make sure I got the right words down.
Anyways, I am suddenly at a loss for time and it is affecting much more of my life than I ever really imagined it would.
My relationships are impacted--I now make appointments with friends--gone are the days when we could casually meet up somewhere; now I schedule my lunch dates or playtime at the park. And even when I do this I inevitably will, occassionaly, double book and have to cancel on someone. My boyfriend calls and I am in the middle of something so I promise to call back only to forget and have him call me again later when I am already on to my next task.
My homework is impacted. I find myself constantly juggling life--which is more important the reading for Church History or the 1 page response for Romans and Galatians or should I just skip both and study for my Media Law and Ethics test on Thursday because I won't have time to study on Wednesday because I'll be at the Clause office until 1 a.m.?
My sleep is impacted--I find myself waking up in the middle of the night asking myself "Did I assign that story too early?" or "Did I brush my teeth?" I am a walking zomby for half of the week because I get up early to finish assignments before class. Then, Thursday after class--really the end of my most stressful part of the week-- I crash. I go to sleep for hours at a time in the middle of my Thursday and don't feel completly rested again until Sunday morning--just in time to start all over again.
I wish that I could just go back in time for a moment and just tell myself to enjoy the free time while it lasts...because soon reality will hit--and boy did it hit hard this semester.
Somehow time isn't something people think of when they think of lost or stolen goods. I do now. My time is precious and anything that I am doing that isn't worth my time is stolen from me--lost forever.
So if you are talking to me and I look a little annoyed--maybe pick up the conversation or change topics--don't waste the few precious free moments I have in my day. :)
3 comments:
oh man, sounds like my life. Although I have a feeling yours might be even busier...I shudder at the thought. Oh and Amy Grant...nice choice.
I know exactly what you mean. I find myself trying to slow my mind down so that I can find one minute that I have not already filled up. Time is of the essence and has value beyond my (once upon a time) wildest dream
I will repeat what I have already said if you insist. But keep in mind time is of the essence. I previous stated (samath) I know exactly what you mean. I find myself trying to slow my mind down so that I can find one minute that I have not already filled up. Time is of the essence and has value beyond my (once upon a time) wildest dream.
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