The band on my watch is cracking.
After five years of nearly constant use it’s finally giving way.
That’s a long time to wear a watch.
The tan lines deeply engrained across the skin of my wrist make me wonder of perhaps I should go without now and again.
vanity or sanity.
How attached to time I am.
Thinking of going without makes me realize my dependence on chunking out the day.
Piece by piece.
The seconds tick by.
Maybe my deteriorating watch band is a challenge to go without and learn to linger in, instead of constantly count down, the moments.
How to know.
All held back by a constant awareness of time and the next momentary and artificial landmark in my life.
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Do I live by time or live in time? Do I live for time or for moments in time? My thought for the day.
2 thoughts on “Time”
I have to live on a time table. :/ Working on living more out of that when I can though.
I think there’s a difference between living on a time table and wishing your life away to the next big event. You are doing great, Lady! :) it’s more an attitude of enjoyment and contentment that I have to work on.