Time is certainly not my best friend. You see, everyone says I don’t like to follow time. The truth of the matter is time is always getting me in trouble. There is never enough of it to go around. My time schedule is definitely different then the norm seems to be. Have you ever noticed at work when someone comes in say at 6:30 a.m. and leaves at 3:30 they are the superstar, even though you come in at 8:00 a.m. and stay until say 8:00 p.m.
Now, some people are morning people and some people are night people. I for one am a night person. I don’t like to get up and I don’t like to go to bed. I love to wake up slowly and lie in bed and just snuggle. Then at night if I go to bed before 12:00 a.m. I feel that I have lost part of that day. I was raised this way, so I guess it is in my blood. While growing up my Dad was a salesman, so when he came home he needed to get his mail done. Mail didn’t go out until 7:30 p.m. so our meals were eaten after that time. Then it was relaxing time and then about 10:00 p.m. it was time to do bookwork for my parents and, yes, homework for us kids. Different, but that was how we rolled. So, you see, I am not on the normal time schedule as the rest of the world seems to be. Have you ever gone out after 10:00 p.m. and noticed dark houses. I would imagine people are actually in bed at that time!!! My husband was raised totally different. He lived on a farm and they went to bed early and got up early. That is his norm, but certainly not mine.
Time is actually a false sense of “security”. What is time? Is it to judge how fast or slow someone does something whether a good job is done or not??? I think time well spent should depend entirely on the person doing it.
Time best spent is that doing what you enjoy at that moment. This can change on an hourly or daily basis. But having time to do what you enjoy doing or having time to complete a task is a good feeling.
I was raised in a family where time was always an issue. There usually seems to be one person in the family or group that is always being judged on how they spend their time. Who says that any certain way is the right way to spend time? My family always liked late mornings and late nights. This is just not how the world revolves so it appears.
Then there is the passing time of age. This goes entirely too fast. It is hard to imagine that time can go so fast. Kids grow up too fast thereby meaning that I am getting older too fast. Where does the time go?
I love long weekends and waking up on Saturday morning to know that I actually can judge my own time, at least that is how the day starts. It is interesting how this changes as the day goes on, but my time is usually spent doing what I never knew I would be doing in the first place.
To be judged by someone else’s time schedule is most frustrating. So, you see this is why time is not usually my best friend.