Time flies or does it?

I am in a very different environment a couple of months on from my last post. I am now a house/pet sitter currently in Bury St. Edmunds, a place I remember with nostalgia from my early 20s, when I lived nearby in Newmarket, working as an equine veterinary nurse.

I remember being fascinated by time as a child. I have several memories I made by promising myself I would remember certain moments forever—not because they were important, but just to see if I could. I would wonder about the passage of time, how every moment was unique and would never be repeated. If you talk to some people, they will tell you that all these moments still exist and are never lost, all happening concurrently somewhere in this vast universe of ours. Others will say time is an illusion, or that there are multiple dimensions, all running every scenario possible. Some of us are late, others early. Alarm clocks are essential or discarded. Early birds, night owls, and all-nighters—what about you? How do you identify yourself and relate to time?

For many people, it is a currency—indeed, the most valuable one. We will pay certain people a lot of money for their time. What is true? All of it, and none. I think the real question is: are you the master of time or its slave? Do you have flexibility and compassion for yourself and others?

Why am I writing about this? Because I started a blog and then made up "time rules." I was going to post every week, but I didn’t. Then I thought, I haven’t got time. Then I thought, I can’t just restart after a big gap. I even considered deleting the previous posts and starting again, or closing the site while I don’t have a clinic. Wow—what a lot of thinking, and a great example of the “open window” I mentioned in a previous post: an energy drain on my to-do list.

So, I asked the question to the world in general: Should I continue to expand my writing? And I got a resounding yesback. So, welcome back, me. 😊