Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds….
All attempts to measure this malleable thing we call time. While on the road, my relationship to time changed. There were climbing objectives that we had which depended on daylight, there were temperature considerations that related to time, and dogs that relied on us for their freedom. But although there was the diminishment of creature comforts, the one thing that felt bountiful was time.
Now that I’m back to the studio and Philadelphia, I feel like I don’t have as much time. And my coffee fueled mornings go by so quickly. The space I have for musing has to be carved out of an already thin branch and must endure a busy brain backdrop running on a conveyor belt.
I am trying to maintain a calmer and more present dance with time that I practiced on the road. I am excited to see how this impacts my work.
I have always struggled with prioritizing. When forced to make selections, I stubbornly insist that I can do it all. But now I see this as a fault, a way that I fool myself with temporary satisfaction derived from accomplishment that is eventually obscured by a depleted psyche.
I must remember to honor all the seconds.