This is my 480th post. Yeehah! And this will be my 43rd Friday Challenge. I swam 18 laps of the pool on Wednesday. I spent 399 bucks on gum surgery today. I took a total of five (5) pain killers since then. I watched episode 5 and 6 of the 6th season of Dr. Who (well the 6th season of the revitalised Dr. Who with the 11th doctor).
We want to count our breath, listen to the beats of our heart, count how many times the teacher says 'ok' in the span of an hour long lesson (87, I remember, and that was when I was in grade seven, a long time ago). We want to add up how many kilometres we cover, how many calories we take in, how many minutes our kids are on the computer and I haven't even mentioned much about money.
Today, owing to some happiness book I'm reading - I held on to Ron for longer than 8 seconds in a hug to make sure we got the endorphins happening. God. We are count crazy. Why? Why do we count so? Why do we say 'this really counts' and 'I'm counting on you' ? Why, when Crusoe was on that island with Friday did he give a flying fig what date it was? What are we on about?
Dr. Who is a time lord so maybe that is why it is on my mind.
For those of you who have done the nanowrimo - did you become completely obsessed by how many words a day you were churning out? You know you did. I'm obsessed with how old people are when they write their first novels and how many pages their first book was and their last one.
The challenge for today is to contemplate a world where accumulating anything simply does not matter. A world where the journey was what you went out the door for - not the getting there. A world where you actually believe there is enough for you and those you love - enough time to waste in the sheer joy of the process. And in the thrilling letting go of our timepieces, our calendars, our measuring sticks, our speedometers (ok - maybe not those), our devices for capturing that most elusive of preys - time.
In that spirit - I want you to write something - anything, a blog post, a bit of your novel, a letter to your aunt, and write it until it is done without thinking for one (1) minute about how much time you are taking or not taking because you know what, faithful readers - we don't take time - it takes us. And it does it in its own sweet time.