Tick tock tick tok.
Do you ever get to the end of your day and wonder “Where in the H did the day go?”
Call me a sick, twisted person. But I like to always remind myself that time is passing me by.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
I’ve gotten in the habit of setting hourly timers during the day. Not only to remind me to check my progress. But also, as a general reminder that time is never stopping.
When we are working on the things that are not in alignment with our perfect day, we tend to think “Oh only ONE more hour of this and I’ll get back to the fun stuff”. And then we expand that into one more day, one more week, month, and year. (And “One more dawn. One more day. One day more” for you Les Mis fans.)
And then what happens? You wake up on 1/1/2019 and go “Well !@#$%^&* I’m in the same situation I was on 1/1/2018. Where did the year go? And I just pissed away another 525,600 minutes! !@#$%^&*(“
I don’t want to ever forget that those hours, days, and weeks are building up. And I may have more behind me than ahead of me. Time matters. Every hour you are doing the boring and mundane is one more hour of joy you are denying yourself. And that will eat away at your soul. Slowly. Bit by bit.
Do we have to do the boring and mundane? Yes, we do.
But it should not be what we do the majority of the time. Watch the clock today. Especially that second and minute hand. It’s passing you and I by. Don’t piss away the majority your hours on things that are not 1. Bringing you joy and 2. Helping to improve the world for someone around you.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
