So this weekend the clocks went forward to announce the start of British summertime. If you’re ever confused which way they go and when, there’s an easy way to remember. ‘Spring forward. Fall back.’
Anyway, we lost that precious hour. And we probably all mourned it a bit more than usual this year as we don’t yet seem to be getting the benefit of longer, warmer days.
I spend the morning after the clocks change wondering what the ‘actual’ time is. One year I changed my phone before I went to sleep, not realising it did it automatically. So I am always doubtful and I never quite trust Time on that first day.
The clocks changing is a popular topic of conversation. It was certainly trending on Twitter on Sunday morning. And this year coinciding with Easter, it possibly caught a few of us by surprise. Even my mum, who always knows these things, didn’t realise until a few days prior. ‘Did you know the clocks go forward this weekend?’ she said as if it were a conspiracy.
The truth is we are all rather obsessed with time. Being on time. Being late. Never being early, if you’re anything like me. There’s a saying my dad introduced me to, ‘Don’t be late because you’re wasting someone else’s time. Don’t be early because then you’re wasting your own.’ I think of that a lot because wasting time is one of my biggest annoyances. It doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t get it back.
So it surely makes sense to be more mindful about our time and what we do with it. Losing an hour at the weekend is probably nothing compared to the hours each of us waste every week without realising.
This occurred to a friend of mine who recently had a bit of a life overhaul and revolutionised the way she lives. She hasn’t done anything as dramatic as giving it all up to live in a Tipi but she did realise that some of the ways she was spending her time were born out of habits that weren’t satisfying her anymore. So she changed them. That’s something simple we can all do.
Part of our problem with time is because it is multi-faceted and occurs in the past, the present and the future. Many of us spend far less time in the present than we do hanging onto our past or looking forward to something in our future. And all the while we’re doing this, we’re forgetting about the very precious moment that is happening now.
You’ve only got to look at a child to appreciate this. Young children are very good at living in the moment, partly because they don’t understand time. Beaver thinks everything happened ‘yesterday’ whilst I can barely remember what happened this morning. When you watch a child play, their focus is 100% on what they are doing. They aren’t thinking about what comes next.
I’m going to try and immerse myself more ‘in the now’ because it’s usually a very nice place to be. And if you think about it, that ‘now’ you’re experiencing is possibly something you were once really looking forward to.
So doesn’t it deserve your full attention?