I have been fighting a cold for what seems like ages now, and to that end, I decided to Nyquil up and spend the whole day sleeping and recovering. When I awoke in the evening, though, it seemed like the next day to me. I really thought about and planned for the evening based on my usual schedule (nothing grand, just a bit of tv watchingâquick nudge to Tally) and was disappointed when I worked out that I was a day off and had to wait twenty-four more hours for it to be the time I thought it was. I guess I sort of gained a day.
This got me thinking about time and how we experience it. I canât tell you how many times Iâve taken a ânapâ only to awaken with a start, glance at the clock, see thatâs 8:00, leap out of bed in a panic, and rush around in an adrenaline-fueled dash until I realize itâs 8:00 p.m. not a.m. and that Iâm not late for work at all.
And what about those times when youâre driving along and then youâre home or at some gas station/store/whatever, but you donât recall how you got there, the driving from point A to point B, the parts in between. Not like amnesia or sleep walking, just that sort of âautopilotâ that happens when weâre driving roads we know well and drive often. I guess weâd know if anything out of the ordinary happened, but as it hadnât (we hope), we donât recall the details of the trip.
And that whole âtime flies when youâre having funâ thing is far too true! It also flies when youâre procrastinating on something (as I know all too well). Or when youâre not so much having fun as trying to beat a deadline, then those hands fly around the clock. But just be bored for an hour, and itâs an eternity. Wait for something good, and it takes forever. Watch that pot, and itâll never boilâthat sort of thing.
The mind, they all say, is a powerful thing, and since it seems capable of speeding up, slowing down, even stopping time (at least perceptually) maybe we can try to harness that power? Maybe we can psyche ourselves out and when weâre waiting in line or sitting through one of those slow boring days at work we can tell ourselves that we have ONLY five more hours and so much to do or that weâre having the time of our lives, and isnât this a blast, wish it could last forever. Just a thought I was thinking on my way home from work . . . not that I remember anything about the driving home part.