I've been asking a lot of questions lately, some that are easily answered and others that require me to do some searching. This week I've been thinking about time...What does it mean, how do I use it and do I waste it?
Time is defined as:
The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
A point of time as measured in hours and minutes past midnight or noon.
The second definition is how I mainly think of time—as the minutes, seconds and hours that comprise my day. Sometimes it's hard for me not to operate within certain time blocks: like in the morning I fix breakfast by 8am so Kade can eat and then we get started with our day. In the afternoon there's nap time (for mommy and baby boy) and possibly work meetings. The evenings come with dinner and our bedtime routine. This cycle is what makes up my day.
Another way I think of time is in segments or phases. Now, in my 40's, I live with my partner and son and we do lots as of activities as a family. The way I spend free time is completely different from five or six years ago. Yes, I hang out with friends but I don't go out the way I used too and the good thing is, I don't have the desire to hang out in the same ways as before. To me this phase (and those to come) has a lot to do with time because it represents this space of my life. It is a marker for how I am living.
Now I'd like to look at the first definition of time:
The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
The word indefinite is what stands out for me because something that lasts indefinitely can last forever. Maybe I've been looking at time all wrong. Instead of thinking about it in terms of the hour "Married at First Sight Comes On" or when Ty makes it home from work, perhaps I should start thinking of it as something that is not measured.
Sure my days are made up of minutes but more than that they're made up of moments. And as I was scrolling through my phone and eventually looking through old pictures to find the ones in this blog, I looked at all of the people—mainly my family—who are no longer existing physically with us. It made me realize just how important that first definition is. It means that since time is indefinite, whether I'm here living my life to the fullest or not, time will keep right on going...and it will surely leave me behind.
These days, I'm working on how to be wise with my time and enjoy it because it's one thing that I can't control—no matter how hard I try—nor can I get it back.
I hope you will use your time doing whatever is going to make you have joy and peace!
writerjns
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