I have been feeling pressed for time by the wants or needs for my attention. Now added to everything else are holiday expectations. Didn’t we just have Christmas? The older I get the faster time flies. When I was a child a year dragged on for a very long time. Now, twelve short months tick off at break neck speed. I long to befriend time and have been pondering how to do that.
I recalled a paragraph I wrote in “God Never Hurries:”
On public radio that morning two sociologists spoke of different cultures’ concept of time and its effect. Cultures that related more with past time lived with more guilt (example, Italy), while future oriented cultures lived more with anxiety (example, United States). The present moment was said to be the aim, for it puts us in touch with God. There must not have been an example of a more present moment culture for surely I would have written it down. But I am thinking indigenous people were more present living—more in touch with everything that is—more in touch with God. The guest also gave a definition of eternity. It is the present moment with no past or future. Yes, I thought, it just is—like God.
Learning to live more in the present moment is most likely key to befriending time. Being grateful for what has gotten done, and accepting what hasn’t, would also help curb my current anxiety. More time for myself, without guilt, also seems like a positive move. What else would leave me more at peace with time?
What if we all periodically questioned our relationship with time?