What a difference a day makes.
We measure time in all kinds of ways, but a day and a year are possibly the most useful of all. I cannot live tomorrow, I have to wait for it to come, but I can live today and, who knows, the way I live today might take tomorrow even better.
“and if I have a heart to be contented, I think I may reckon myself as happy a man as any in the world …”*
‘time management books engender deprivation, a sense of time poverty, with less-than-desirable results … we propose we need not time management but timelessness’**
I don’t know about you but the idea and possibility of timelessness sorely challenges me – the flow that is the opposite of increasingly fragmenting my time and energy into smaller units to try to be more efficient and productive.
I need time to think and I need time to feel. When I only have time to find a solution rather than ask a question, I know my life is impoverished.
So I’m continuing to slow things down, beginning with more observation: flow begins with looking. It may be something on my way to work or an idea someone puts forward or to look beyond the first answer to a problem:
‘Look Look Look Look Look Look Look! I’m running away with my imagination.’^
(*Samuel Pepys on his thirtieth birthday, quoted in Gretchen Rubin’s The Happiness Project.)
(**From Maggie Berg and Barbara Seeber’s The Slow Professor.)
(^From Ruth Krauss’s Open House for Butterflies.)