I think this is a recurring theme for all of us and don't suppose I'm offering any new insight, but isn't it amazing how time flies even as it drags on?
This has probably been one of the longest weeks of my brief life thus far, and it's not even noon on Wednesday. Maybe weeks tend to feel long when you never catch your breath over the weekend before...
All of this dragging on, of course, is also part of the natural progress for the end of a semester. We've got less than 4 weeks left, now, and that means most of the little assignments are over and all the big ones are looming large. My first big deadline is next Monday and don't think for a second I'm not far too aware of how much I've got to do by then. So why isn't the week flying by? One would think I'd be so rushed that I'd be running running running until I suddenly realized it was 11 and I ought to think about catching a few hours of sleep. But instead, time is eeking by. I feel as if I am genuinely living every second with a consciousness of what impact the passing of that second may have on my life. So here I've invested give-or-take 6,000 seconds in contemplation of the passing time because I've become so darned aware of it that I can't help but turn my attention to it. And that, of course, prevents me from doing the things that would allow me to have less stress associated with all these little seconds.
Vicious cycle. But then, what isn't? It's ll just one eternal round of life-as-we-know it.
On an entirely different topic, I've had all sorts of bizarre memory-images of the old Smith Family Living Center at BYU in the last few weeks. I had class there once or twice during my undergrad, but it was knocked down and built over years ago. There's a part of that building that I can't quite picture clearly anymore and it's about driving me crazy. Was it one big room or several small ones? Step down or up? Or maybe it was just another hallway with a few offices... Whatever it was, my mind's eye seems to be suddenly fixating on it and I haven't the foggiest why. See my point? Another vicious cycle. We have so very little control over our own brains, let alone our time...what in the world will be subjected upon us over the course of eternity?
5 comments:
Hey, how is your back??
Surviving. I'm in physical therapy and just hoping it'll be strengthened up before field season starts. Thanks so much for your prayers!
The semester'll be over soon and that'll be good...
Field season? What is that exactly?
Just be careful...I worry they didn't do x-rays first. That's nuts (I do dictations for Neurosurgery).
Yah, I know. The PT, though, has been the only one who's listened at all. He said it's on the edge of being ruptured, but it's not yet. He's watching pretty close...as opposed to the evil surgeon who doesn't care...
Field season is when things have thawed enough (and in my case when the semester is over and I'm free to work full-time) that I can get up to the mountains. It depends on the year, but I'll be back to the field April 30th and will probably go until mid-October, give or take. It's my favorite part of the year, that's for sure!
Ahhh ok:)
Glad you have a good PT at least, sounds like!
Post a Comment