No Time
If anyone is reading this budding blog, they will notice there are (so far) not frequent entries.
One of the banes of my life is time. Or the lack thereof.
I am a doctor by profession, and there is a lot of paperwork and hours consumed to do that.
I have a lot of interests - gardening, reading, yoga, cooking - and there is a household to maintain. Often I feel the Sands of Time falling faster than lead balloons.
Like many people , I delay chores until the weekend, when I drive and run around getting the groceries, going to the gym, doing the yard work etc. etc. It is February and in Arizona that means weekend guests; friends and kin who want to see me (or at least escape the Midwest). Getting the house ready and entertaining the troops is work enough, but on top of the usual juggling it is brutal.
I hope that when the dust settles at work and the weather keeps away the visitors life will be quieter i.e. I will have more time.
Or will I?
Nothing annoys a man more than having some time taken from him that he thought 'his own'. So I try not to see time as something I posses but given to me as a gift; it is up to me how to spend it. The problem with the obsession to save time is simple < I can't save time. I can only spend it, wisely or foolishly. I pracitcally have no time at all as I am too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save every bit of it, I end up wasting the whole thing.
To end on a lighter note; if timesaving devices (like emails and cellphones) really saved time, there would be more time available to us now than ever before in history. But, oddly enough, we seem to have less time than ever before. It's really startling to go someplace where there are no timesaving devices because (when you d0 go) you find you have plenty of time.
Thus speaketh ur-spo.
One of the banes of my life is time. Or the lack thereof.
I am a doctor by profession, and there is a lot of paperwork and hours consumed to do that.
I have a lot of interests - gardening, reading, yoga, cooking - and there is a household to maintain. Often I feel the Sands of Time falling faster than lead balloons.
Like many people , I delay chores until the weekend, when I drive and run around getting the groceries, going to the gym, doing the yard work etc. etc. It is February and in Arizona that means weekend guests; friends and kin who want to see me (or at least escape the Midwest). Getting the house ready and entertaining the troops is work enough, but on top of the usual juggling it is brutal.
I hope that when the dust settles at work and the weather keeps away the visitors life will be quieter i.e. I will have more time.
Or will I?
Nothing annoys a man more than having some time taken from him that he thought 'his own'. So I try not to see time as something I posses but given to me as a gift; it is up to me how to spend it. The problem with the obsession to save time is simple < I can't save time. I can only spend it, wisely or foolishly. I pracitcally have no time at all as I am too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save every bit of it, I end up wasting the whole thing.
To end on a lighter note; if timesaving devices (like emails and cellphones) really saved time, there would be more time available to us now than ever before in history. But, oddly enough, we seem to have less time than ever before. It's really startling to go someplace where there are no timesaving devices because (when you d0 go) you find you have plenty of time.
Thus speaketh ur-spo.
posted by Ur-spo at 6:06 PM
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