We live in a microwave generation. I will admit waiting is not one of my fine points. However, we are under constant barrage to watch the clock. I hate watching the clock. I think it comes from all those years working in television news. You are trained to watch a clock, to order your day by the clock, to manage by the clock. In fact, I remember often waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, staring at the clock thinking I missed work, only after jumping frantically out of the bed, waking up my roommate at the time who happened to be a school teacher to learn it was my day off. My hurried life in television news has been long gone yet I still find myself speeding through the day. Could you agree? I race to get the kids up in the morning, I race to drop them to school, I race to get back home and start work, I race to complete projects, blah, blah, blah…. Some days I feel like I am running a marathon. It is not that I am not organized. It seems like the demands of life have me going from one thing to the next and like screaming children they all demand my attention at the same time.
But I noticed one other thing too. The world around me does not help me in this race against the clock. I was in a craft store the other day and noticed they already had Christmas items out. Seriously? I have not even cut the Thanksgiving turkey and already YOU want me to start thinking about Christmas? I understand it’s a ploy to get me to get in the holiday spirit. However, for me it does rather the opposite. I start feeling the subtle pressure of one more thing to think about and I get resentful. I think to myself, “Why are we trying to race through life?” It almost seems like we are moving from one event, one moment to the other, never really enjoying the present. After all, it is a gift.
Well, since I am a person who has time issues. Yes, I admit it. I have to constantly put myself on a “time out”. This means I take time to just enjoy life. Instead of trying to race through the day, when someone tries to engage me in a conversation, instead of trying to quickly end it nicely I take the time to stop and listen. When the children want to play a game or demand of my attention, I put the laptop away and do that. And finally, when I go in the stores and see them trying to push the holiday season on me and its not even November, I take a deep breathe and keep walking. I am learning I am only required to be a good steward of the “time” given to me. There are 24 hours in a day and it is that way for good reason. I believe God created just 24 hours so man would have boundaries. After all, if you are like me, you would soak up all 25 hours, if an extra hour was given.
So what do you think? How do you manage time? And how do you STOP and smell the roses? So hurry up and post your comments (joke). I am excited to know how you feel.