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Time is so precious and yet how we define it in day to day terms seems meaningless sometimes. We consult our watches and clocks, hurrying here, off to there, always needing to be somewhere or have something completed by a certain "time". I wonder what the world was like before clocks were invented. I would think that we would be more in tune with the natural rhythm and flow of the day/night, light/dark. We would not be dictated by an inanimate object. We would sleep when we were tired and eat when we were hungry, not just because it was noon. We would never be late but always on time, exactly where we should be when we should be. I have led most of my life ruled by the clock. I write my "to-do" list, designating the amount of time that I think each task should take to complete. Sometimes I spend more time rewriting the list than actually doing anything on the list. If I finish tasks sooner than expected, life is good and I can choose to relax or decide to cram in something else. If the tasks takes longer than expected, I become grumpy, irritable, rushing about frustrated until I remember that I am the maker of the list and the setter of the clock. Speaking of clocks, I think it is about dinnertime - can't wait to cross that off my list!
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I wish I could stop and savor it, but I have one more thing to cross off my list. ;-)