The concept of time

Time is ….  To complete this phrase, it takes perspective.  One’s age helps with this perspective.

When one is young, time seems to be plentiful; one eagerly anticipates various events and experiences. The flow of time feels endless, frequently unfolding at a leisurely pace.

When you get older, there is a  desire for more. Time appears perpetually insufficient to accomplish tasks, and it feels as though it slips away without purpose. It is an invaluable resource.

I chose to concentrate on this concept because I found myself on a collision course, grappling with the complexities of this inherent tension.

My grandmother, Enid Thomas, used to say that “Time passes like the wind.”When I was a child, it was merely a saying to me. As I transitioned into adulthood, embracing the roles of wife and mother, it evolved into a guiding mantra.

It was impressed upon my heart to delve into this matter as I actively grapple with this concept. When the notion for this blog was in its earliest stages,  I believed I had an abundance of time to devote to it.

Procrastination can be a formidable adversary. Depending on one’s perspective, it may manifest as external influences (i.e., spiritual) that undermine one’s aspirations. I would often become ensnared in the monotony of daily, weekly, and monthly routines, losing sight of—or being diverted from—what was evolving into a profound desire or newfound purpose.

I recognized the necessity of addressing my engagement and potential mismanagement of time when I resigned from my position in 2024. After stepping away from a job in which I felt my contributions were undervalued due to my inherent characteristics, my deep commitment to my patients, my steadfast work ethic, and a tendency to overcompensate for my perceived deficiencies, I threw myself into various tasks to the degree that I frequently lost all awareness of time.

Leaving the stifling confines of a soul-crushing job to be fully present for my daughters, my husband, and, most crucially, myself, was a profoundly liberating experience. The inception of this blog heralded a transformative chapter in my life, guiding me toward a newfound sense of purpose.

Having a respite from work and life was delightful, until the harsh reality of financial obligations caught up with me.  The concept of time became real. I was fortunate enough to secure another position that would alleviate our financial difficulties.

I found myself ensnared in yet another set of routines, gradually eroding the momentum I had cultivated when embarking on this blog. Procrastination, coupled with my inclination to revert to old familiar patterns, ensnared me as I navigated the web of work commitments and familial obligations.

I continually reassured myself that I needed to concentrate and acclimatize to my new position, believing I had ample time to rekindle my passion for writing. However, nine months elapsed, culminating in the loss of that employment. My justifications proved futile, leaving me in the same predicament as I was the previous year.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again, expecting a different result each time. I have tackled my problems with inconsistency in relation to this blog.I am resolutely dedicated to ensuring the publication of a post each week, while allowing for a degree of flexibility to accommodate any unforeseen circumstances.

Thank you for accompanying me on this enlightening journey. Self-awareness is paramount.