Time will do the talking.

Not only is the title of this blog my favorite Patty Griffin song, but I've also been thinking about time a lot lately. Time is a strange thing. Have you ever looked at your phone or seen a clock and you have this moment of complete panic, you were suppossed to be somewhere and the numbers on a machine told you that you were late. Or the other way around you panic, what time is it??? You see a clock and there is a wash of relief, oh you still have 20 minutes. You depend on a clock to get you up in the morning, you watch the clock all day long at work, waiting for the moment you get to punch out for the day and head home. You watch the clock all night long, being sure to get to bed on time, stressed that time seems to fly at night while it seems to tick by at work... we meet each other at certain times. We have a specific time of day we were born and we will have a specific time of day when we will die. We really do have an obsession with time and clocks. I almost always can tell you what time it is give or take maybe 15 minutes. That's amazing. I eat when the clock tells me to, I go to bed when the clock tells me to. I so wish that I could throw away all my clocks, or at least unplug them for a week and see how different my life is. However, I feel it would be detrimental to my job and to my social life, but what freedom there would be! When you get tired at night, you go to bed. When you wake up in the morning, because your body says it's had enough sleep, you get up. You eat when your body tells you it's hungry. It's like the life of a child, they never know what time it is, nor do they care. Until they get to the age when they know mommy is coming to pick them up at 6:30, then they'll ask every 5 minutes what time it is. I measure my life in minutes, seconds and hours and I wish I could go back to the days, both in my childhood and in Africa, when I would go hours without looking at a clock or knowing what time it is. Have you ever gone a day when you don't know? It will drive me crazy for a little while... like when I'm camping and then eventually... it just doesn't matter. I realize all these wanderings of thoughts have no real relevance on everyday life, we all need time, watches and clocks so we can be responsible adults. But sometimes I just like to imagine life without all the numbers telling me what to do all the time...

Heaven. (literally) Can't wait.