I'm not going to lie, this week has been extra hard emotionally. For someone who continuously counts on a regimented, busy schedule, this whole "no-plan plan" is starting to catch up to me. My white board calendar is completely empty, except for my parent's birthdays. I sometimes forget what day of the week it is, whether or not I'm scheduled to go into work as an outpatient orthopedic physical therapist that particular day, and even what month of the year it is. (Side note: Please don't get me wrong, I am SO thankful that I still have a job, even if our hours were dropped by half.)
The idea of time and the NEED to know what the time is every few minutes is one of my greatest faults. There is a clock in all but one room in my house (yes, even the bathroom 🤦♀️). But, for whatever reason, I never placed a clock in my yoga room.
I, who always counts the second hand ticking by, began to wonder why I didn't put a clock in this room. Or a sundial. Or any form of a time telling apparatus. This struck me as odd. Why didn't I? Was it lack of interest? No. Was it because I was cheap and didn't want to buy another object for my house? Yes, but also no. That wasn't THE reason. So why?
My yoga room has been the safe space in which I find comfort, ease, and the ability to JUST. LET. GO. It is the main reason why I bought this house. When I saw this room for the first time, I felt all the good vibes and good juju. There was no sense of time, of urgency, or of restraint here. It is the place in my house in which I call home. The time I have in my yoga room is sacred and is always there for me to do whatever I feel called to do - it's provided me the space to practice yoga, meditation, pranayama, a tea ceremony, calisthenics, core, and even Roxanne's *shudder*. (Side note: Made popular by the Vertical Ventures' Vanguards, 🧗♀️ Roxanne's are done by playing Roxanne by The Police. One must perform jumping jacks until one hears the name "Roxanne". Each "Roxanne" heard is one burpee. Total: 27. Fun, right?)
Anyways, I digress. The point of this matter is, I needed to learn to LET TIME GO. As in, don't check your damn watch every 5 minutes wondering what the hell time it is. Let it go. Really, just let that shit go. Be thankful that you HAVE TIME to count. Time is valuable. Some months it flies by, and others it drags through molasses. But scientifically, every minute is exactly 60 seconds, every hour is exactly 60 minutes, every day is exactly 24 hours and every year on earth is exactly 365.2422 days. It is your perception of time that you feel changing. Your perception of time is different than mine, and your perception of time yesterday is different than it is today.
Today, I challenge you (and myself) to perceive time as a gift, and not as a countdown. Don't expect the time to move at a pace that you want it to. Don't rush it, and don't try to slow it down. Don't keep checking to make sure it's still there.
It is.
Just be thankful.
And let time just be.