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T-I-M-E.

I both love it and hate it.
I love it when time is with me, when I want to slow down, savor the breeze of the cold air, wet my feet in the little waves of the sea.
I hate it when time is against me, when I cram, when there are many things to do in just a limited time, when I can't seem to take control of my active mind yearning to do so much, read a lot of books, write stories, and more.

As I write this post down, I actually don't have time to do so. But the words that I am about to write now, as my fingers glide through the keyboard, couldn't keep from hovering my consciousness. I have to steal a few minutes from my lunch break just to scribble down these thoughts about TIME.

What do you know about time? I don't know much about it, (or maybe I don't deal much about its essence until now that I'm a young adult and juggling about many roles in life) but eversince I was young, I knew it's important. I used to have lots of different wristwatches. My parents bought me my first set of watch when I was just a toddler. I didn't know then how to read the time, how the seconds tick, how the minute hand works. But I remember then how happy I was to get hold of that watch. The watch came in with a box, brown plastic box. I forgot how I used it, where I put that watch. When I was already in highschool, my father bought me a watch as graduation gift. I brought it with me as I ventured my luck during my college days at the UP. I felt so stupid to have left that watch at the library table (along with my notes, books, pens), but when I returned to my seat, the watch was gone. GASP! I couldn't forget that day. I felt so devastated. My mother also bought me a lot of watches when I was already working. But I really wasn't lucky when it comes to wearing watches. They all escaped from my small wrist. Sigh.

When I got married, hubi gave me a watch. I don't wear it now because it has no battery. I still don't have the time to have the battery replaced. Haha. TIME. When hubi and I went to this foreign land we are in, I brought with me three watches, and yes, they all ran out of batteries. Goodness. So when hubby and I go for a walk, I don't wear a wristwatch. I am thinking of buying one, but I guess, it's not practical since my wristwatches are still OK, except for batteries. I used to see the time in my cellphone, but that, too, got lost just a few days ago. GASP! Honestly, I didn't know how it was lost! It's a long story, but to cut it short, it slipped away from my peripheral view a few minutes that I just got hold of it. Too bad. It was a gift from hubi. It's still in a very much good condition, complete with plastic, which one can mistook (always) as a brand new phone.

So what is time? TIME is when you look at a clock, wall clock, alarm clock, wristwatch, mobile phone time, computer time, and a lot more. Are you making use of it wisely? Are you just wasting it? I can't say I am making the most of my time, but all I can say is that, I always give my best shot every time I face a task, be it at work or academics. However, the most important thing that I would really like to deal well is my personal time. Most of my waking time has been devoted to work. Even if I am required to do work for eight hours, I devote five more hours or six more hours to it everyday. It's because I currently work from home due to my pregnancy. And since I am not commuting, my mind hasn't gotten off that work-mode for the rest of the day and night. Silly me. And, yes, even on weekends, I still devote my time for work. GASP! I am not liking this lifestyle anymore. In fact, there's no more life to it. I used to scold my husband for working too much, not having a life, but it's what I am doing, too. Got to change my time management if I want to really have LIFE. TIME is LIFE. LIFE is TIME. Easier said than done, though. But, at least, I am learning.

I am trying to beat some deadlines before the week is over. Tomorrow's the last day of work so I am gearing much of my adrenaline towards finishing this work - actually, my officemate's task, but I have to help him out (reasons withheld). Umm, I can't control it. It's because I want work that is almost perfectly done. I don't want work that is done in a mediocre way. I am finishing this work tonight and until tomorrow because I can't wait for weekend to come! I am devoting the coming weekend for myself. I would indulge in a great book, a great story, fix the house, have some bonding moments with hubi, chat with my family back home, sip a cold coffee at Starbucks (I'm guilty of this now that I'm pregnant).

I think my mind will be put to rest now that I have written this post. Might as well park my fingers now before I write for more. You know me - I just can't seem to stop writing in my blog when my fingers hit the keyboard. But time is of the essence now. I need to finish some demanding tasks so that I could devote more time for myself.

TIME. After writing this post, I think I don't hate it that much anymore when I am trying to do so much more, but could not do so. I only need to prioritize things as they come by importance and urgency, and all will be well for me. I thank God for creating time. He didn't allow us to finish all in just one seating because He wants us to slow down in the midst of our busyness.

Have a nice time!

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