Wednesday, May 09, 2007
What time is it?
I was looking in my work diary and not for the first time it struck me how planned my life is as an adult and how important knowing the time is. My schedule is full of meetings and appointments which break my working days and weeks into chunks of time where I have to be in certain places at certain times. I feel naked without my watch. I pride myself on being punctual and professional for the meetings I have scheduled.
That is why I love it when I have a few days off as I often don't wear a watch. Time doesn't matter so much, my days are my own to do with as I please without any demands being made on my time. The stress of having to be somewhere on time is replaced with the relaxing feeling of not having to be anywhere at anytime unless I choose to do it. Am I unique in this feeling? Absolutely not. It is a symptom of modern living, but sometimes I long for those carefree days as a child when I measured time with a dandelion clock, where the number of blows it took to scatter the seeds would tell what time it was. I took the above photo on a recent day out - one of four days in a row I had over a bank holiday weekend where time wasn't so important and enjoying myself was the priority.
After I snapped the picture I picked one of the dandelion clocks and blew once, blew twice and then three times, which told me it was three o'clock when I took this photo. Near enough for me on that sunny day.