A stitch in time saves nine.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Time & tide wait for no man.
Time after time.
It’s a question of time.
How many songs, sayings, stories, idioms are about time? How often do we recognize the existence of, and lament the amount of, time in our lives? I will find myself nostalgic about times past, and hopeful at times to come. I look at my ever-growing children and almost daily am faced with the reality (and fear) that time is fleeting. And, there is the always-present weighty feeling of never having enough time to do what I want to do. Like write. I just finished having a twitter conversation with a writer-mommy (@inkgypsy), about having such a strong desire to write, and this far-off feeling that I really want to be a writer, yet feeling that I didn't have the time to do it. She suggested setting a goal for what I want, make the time for that goal, and the rest will follow.
I like this idea. Certainly, taking some action, however small, towards my goals is better than mourning the lack of time, fretting over how overbooked I am, how many directions in which I am being pulled, complaining about how late I go to bed, how often my children wake, or how early I’m awakened, or how my to-do list keeps growing, and my would-like-to-do list as well, and how the latter never sees the light of day because I struggle to find the time to get everything done on the former. Pining over times past, when I felt I had so much more time (yet, did I really manage it any better back then?) and worrying over how will I ever be able to find the time to do the things I want to do, when I have all this stuff I have to do. And on an on. In my fretting over trying to find time, I’m losing time. It is certainly better to take a step towards productivity, and a step away from self-pity.
Oh, big self-perpetuating sigh.
It's really true, isn't it? Getting the things done that we want to; it’s not about finding the time. It’s about deciding what it is that’s really important, and then choosing to rearrange your schedule to accommodate those things. Making time for those things.
So I have decided that instead of mourning the passage of time, I will seize the day. Or, more succinctly, when I feel that spark of something I want to do or get done, I’m going to do it. If I can’t do it that moment, I’m going to make a specific plan to get it done, and then… find a way to put that plan into action. and here I am, at 1:30am on my laptop. Writing because I needed to, and I’m so tired of listening to myself complain about not having enough time to do the things I want to do... so I made the time.
You know, even if I keep the complaints only to myself. My inner monologue matters! What I think, I become. What I want to do, I will get done.
So no more yearning for missing time. What’s the point of yearning for time, when it’s right here? The act of troubling over losing time takes time itself. I’m tired of it. I’m going to take each moment as it comes, and make the best out of it.
There’s no time like the present. Right?