Today my computer clock and my wristwatch had a disagreement. The problem was me, of course. I have been in a cave and missed the usual fuss that precedes the changing of the clocks for daylight savings.
I guess we really are saving daylight; up and awake when we could be sleeping. But my life activities aren’t sunshine-dependent, especially here in New York City where the lights shine 24 hours a day. I’ll do all the same things I would normally do, so it doesn’t matter much to me. (Though for God’s sake, would it hurt so much for the rain to stop and the sun to come out for just a little while?)
But what if I really got some extra hours? Not particularly of sunshine or darkness but a secret compartment of two sacred hours – time out of time every day to do anything I wanted. What would I really do, honestly, and what does that really say about me? Would I do the same things I do now when I think I don't have enough time? Would I work more? Sleep? Paint? Read? Would I do something I don’t normally do or do more of what I usually do?
I'd like to think that I would be very protective of those two hours and that I would use them judiciously. Monday's two hours are for art. Tuesday's are for reading. Wednesday's are for catching up with friends or extended family. Thursdays? hmmm...long hot baths. I'll leave Friday open for serendipity. Saturday for extra time with my husband. And Sunday will be my two hours of spiritual enrichment.
That's what I'd like to think. And maybe I would. For a while.