It happens the same every year, but I can hardly believe how summer flew by. It seems like just yesterday we were waiting for it to really heat up and now we’re welcoming hoodie season back with open arms. This summer was particularly unmemorable, save for a few exceptional bright spots and I find myself very happy to finally see it go and simultaneously wishing there was more time to make it better. It’s crazy how these feelings can exist at the same time. Or how time is the determining factor in both scenarios.
Time is such an interesting concept to me. Not so much its general perception; you know, minutes, days, months, millenniums, but more so how we mark its passage by our progress in life. Sobriety marked by numbers of days. Months until our mans’nem come back home. Years on the job. Years on this planet. You know you’re growing older because your body has changed. You lost baby teeth and hit puberty. You’re taller, heavier, more developed. Mentally, your thought process may have matured even in the slightest of ways. Progress. We set goals for ourselves and hope to have them achieved by a certain age or by a certain date or before a certain time period has passed but why? Why exactly does the time matter when it is we ourselves who give definition to the time?
A prime example of this is the frightening concept of “turning 30”. Apparently that’s supposed for mean something big for us humans but at 27, I couldn’t give a shit honestly. I still wanna spend all my free time watching cartoons, eating junkfood, and playing video games. I know it’s there but I don’t really feel the pressures of the clock like I should. I don’t feel old. Just older. There’s so much I haven’t done yet that 30 feels like just the beginning. And I still have at least another 30 years to go. On the flip side, I have married friends and friends who have been parents for a few years and they view it a little differently but we’re the same age and all creeping towards Dirty Thirty. In my talks with them they don’t really seem to give a shit either but for different reasons. They’ve reached such major milestones before the big three-oh that counting by a new set of tens won’t make much of a difference. They’re now marking time passed by anniversary years and watching their kids grow. Time doesn’t really change, we do.
The point of all this nonsense is that we all get the exact same 24 hours a day, it’s what we do with it that matters. We set the value. That 20lbs you want to lose will not look or feel any differently if it happens in 3 months or a year. When the scale finally reads 20lbs lighter you will still feel as triumphant as ever. Those books you’d like to finish will not resonate any more or less if you speed through them in a few weeks or if you read a chapter a week. Hov lost 92 bricks in mere seconds and Rome was not built in a day. The instances in our lives are given their definition and significance by us, not the clock. Glo’ ups take time and your bounce back won’t happen overnight but it most certainly will happen if you make it happen. And once you’ve hit your stride and taken off? The journey has only just begun but it definitely gets better from there.
SEND ALL GUEST BLOGS TO NERDNASH@GMAIL.COM