All in your time!!!

What unit of time do you work with? Do you use the standard metrics - hours, minutes, days, years......? How precise, boring and uniform! Yes, that format is the standard, agreed, but wish it was different too.  24 hours to a day, and then the cycles of  wakefulness and sleep, the number of years around the suns.......a lifetime....

I have no idea how time works for me. ..... I think notion of time is fluid, and different for other people and possibly that is why it is a good idea that there are no alternate standards of measuring time. For me, time works best with a deadline. All in your time - nobody should ever say this to me, because that means they will be in for a long wait!

Suppose you plan to meet a friend you would settle for a common time (sync watches, maybe) and decide to meet for a cup of coffee. And you say ok, after we do our blog posts for the marathon. So, while your friend may be out there in an hours time (an hour over a blog post, who does that??) and then you struggle and rewrite and abandon posts, edit a few previous ones while you are at it and finally put up something half-baked, just so you post, and reach there whilst she has gone through 3 cups each  of latte, mocha and espresso and 15 missed  calls, she would have to be an angel to have anything to do with you.

But that was hypothetical, as none of my friends in my real life know I write. Ok, so two of them do but one never has the time to read, and the other confesses that she likes to read high-brow stuff, like the newspaper or India Today. Point taken, but ouch. So, now I am wondering if I really want to have anything to do with them. Just like time, I tend to use the word friends too loosely. My FB friendlist is a medley of people whom I've gone to primary school with, lived next door to, cousins of all ages, parents and in-laws, assorted colleagues, and random others I met on the road. Thanfully for my blog avataar, I was prudent to create a new id, making it manageable and using time deftly to straddle both worlds, when I do that is. Time on SM has increasingly swallowed my concept and sense of time.

Sometimes, time is number of cups of tea to get through the day and chores. Today it was  the yellow tulips sprouting heralding the approach of spring. At other times it is the oh-so-slowly diminishing girth of my thighs, and the gym regimen I reluctantly keep up with. At other times it is the length of my daughters' hair and a long pending trip to the hair dresser. Sometimes it is season of sales and purchases, throw the weekly grocery trip in too. Or from one cake to another, I bake mostly when we have birthdays in the family or anniversaries. Sometimes, it is making of a recipe long-awaited, when I have most of the ingredients on hand. Or the time I work on my 'charity' writing work, forgetting most things in between.

At other times it is the unread books I return to the library, sometimes just in time. My heart is not in fiction any more. Time once used to be the length of shower I could take when my babies were small. Now at close to 5, I still think of my younger one as a baby who can write her name. Time stands still looking at old photos, when yesterday I was so content. What ails me today, everyday?

Time is the number of times I've picked up the phone, but not called someone. Time is gaining confidence slowly but surely but still not yet there in a skill. Times that have been good, and bad, but you've got through them and come out strong. Yes, all in your time, making each of us so unique and special. But how many people would care to reach out to you or frankly think you are worth their time?

Have you ever wondered how (dis) synchronous would be our lives if we did not have a common measure of time?