Time flies or does it?

Welcome Back, Me: A Reflection on Time

A couple of months on from my last post, I find myself in a very different environment.

I'm currently house- and pet-sitting in Bury St. Edmunds—a place I remember fondly from my early 20s. Back then, I was living nearby in Newmarket, working as an equine veterinary nurse. It feels nostalgic to be back, and at the same time, like stepping into a parallel version of myself.

A Childhood Curiosity About Time

I’ve been fascinated by time for as long as I can remember.

As a child, I used to make silent promises to myself that I’d remember certain moments forever—not because they were special, but to see if I could. I was captivated by the idea that every moment is unique, never to be repeated. I’d ask myself: Where do all these moments go?

Some people believe time is layered—that all moments still exist, happening concurrently across this vast universe. Others say time is an illusion. Some believe in infinite dimensions, playing out every possible scenario.

And then there’s us: the latecomers, the early birds, the night owls, the all-nighters. Those who swear by alarm clocks—and those who abandon them completely.

What about you?
How do you relate to time?
Do you feel like its master… or its slave?

Time as Currency (and Compassion)

For many, time is the most precious currency of all. We pay people for it. We stress over it. We save it, waste it, and sometimes wish it away.

But perhaps the better question is this:
Do you have flexibility and compassion—for yourself and others—when it comes to time?

Breaking the “Time Rules”

So, why am I writing about this?

Because I started this blog with a plan. A schedule. I told myself I’d post every week. And then... I didn’t.

At first, I thought, I haven’t got time.
Then, It’s been too long to come back.
Then, Maybe I should delete my old posts and start again.
Then, Maybe I should shut the whole thing down until my clinic is running again.

Wow.
What a spiral of thoughts—and a perfect example of the “open window” I spoke about in a previous post. That low-grade mental drain. The background hum of unfinished business.

So I stopped.
I asked the question—genuinely—to the universe:
Should I keep writing? Should I expand this?

And the answer came back, clear and resounding:

Yes.

Picking Up the Thread

So here I am.
No big declarations. No perfect schedule.
Just a renewed commitment to show up when I can, with whatever is real for me in the moment.

Welcome back, me. 😊

Your Turn:

Where are you putting pressure on yourself to “do it right” or “stick to the plan”?
What might open up if you gave yourself a little more time—and a little more grace?