I had to try and refrain from naming the title of this post ‘Ha ha.’ It seems the Murphy’s law fairies are particularly aware of my blogger habits, and so whenever I take especial glee in a holiday, nice weather or having heaps of time (I think a previous post was called ‘Beating Time’) they rain shit and gloom upon me until I have anything but a smile on my face.
Hence the above expression.
Therefore, this post will be written in the most even-tempered of manners.
I have a few points of general ‘fond’ feelings today.
Firstly, it is Friday. This day of the week takes my heart to accelerated heights and gives me thoughts of a fantasy-like nature.
Secondly, it is the last day of Winter. Hence, tomorrow the animals begin to nest, amongst other natural-occurring and temperature-improving happenings that infer a more pleasing time of year. (Hold back throwing arms in air, hold back throwing arms in air…)
Thirdly, I have a 3-day weekend. This is most satisfactory to my life situation, and gives me time to – tee hee – NO. Stop that. It is very pleasurable.
Lastly, this morning I believed it to be Thursday, if only for 5 seconds. This sensation is on par with waking on a Saturday morning, thinking it to be a workday, and then discovering with gladness that it is not. This too, is encouragingly good.
These 4 points give me an above average level of ease. This is nice. This is most delightful.
Lovely.
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Friday, August 31, 2012
Monday, April 4, 2011
Beating Time
So often in life, we find ourselves running against the clock, trying to get as much done as we possibly can, going to as many places as humanly possible, and setting ourselves goals that we can never really achieve within a day.
We never have enough time. I've myself wanted to find the cure for sleep on many an occasion. I love sleep, sooooo much, don't get me wrong. But when I have too much to do, and I've promised myself and a lot of others to get certain things done, I start counting the hours, and wishing that 8 hours of sleep wasn't a prerequisite every single day. It would be good if we could, you know, skip a day, without the detrimental effects of what that would normally do catching up to us.
It's our own fault. We give ourselves too much to do. Waste our time on petty little bullshit, make promises we can't keep. Or in my case as it often occurs, I plan on doing too much, and end up burnt-out by the end of the day when I do miraculously manage to keep all my commitments, having had to fly and rush through them just to achieve them all.
It's no good. We need to relax. Look at what is realistically possible. Look at what it is that is truly important to us, our livelihood, and what we must do. All the extra stuff, forget it. If you don't die by failing to perform a task, it's probably safe to say it isn't so important, and can wait 'til another time for completion.
Despite all these very smart realisations I've had to beat in and imbue into my mind over the last few months, I found myself in a rare and delightful circumstance yesterday.
I found myself beating time. Like literally. I was in front of time.
Daylight savings ended in Victoria on Sunday morning. Now that we are entering into the depressing cold and dark wintry months ahead of us, our clocks are to move back one hour, in order to align us up to this man-made invention.
So, by moving back an hour..... you actually get an extra hour. Of whatever you so wish.
:)
I knew the time was going back one hour, however come Saturday night, after Hubbie and I consumed one too many drinks, we went to bed, completely oblivious of the earlier conversation we'd had about gaining an hour the next day.
I made myself get up out of bed just after 9am on Sunday morning. I had all this washing to do, and I figured my sleep in on Saturday had been more than decent. I probably wouldn't have slept much longer, it's just that when you wake up, and there's very little light coming in through the cracks in the closed blinds, you just KNOW that it's a depressing sight outside.
I started making brekkie, and had the TV on in the background. I caught a brief look at one of those news banners they have along the bottom, that changes every few seconds with the daily news titles of the day, and saw the words "daylight savings ends."
I stopped motionless for a moment, my brain trying to catch up. Then it hit me. It was now actually 8:30, rather than 9:30!
'I could have slept longer,' was what I first thought to myself. But then the joy of realising I was up, and had had the same number of sleep, but it was still an hour earlier..... I felt devilishly scheme-y.
I called Hubbie, who had planned to go to work at 6:30..... yep he got there 5:30. We laughed because it meant he was coming home earlier, with once again, not having lost ANY sleep.
All morning I did my jobs, peaking quick looks at the clock, and feeling as if I were WAY ahead of time. And I was. I was thinking, 'this is awesome, this is the only time in the year when we actually get in front of time.'
Ha. Screw you time. I beat you.
Famous last thoughts.
What I failed to realise, was that although I felt I had beaten time, my body was still running on old time. So, my brekkie came early according to my old body clock, and then my lunch came... late, and dinner... late.
That wouldn't normally be an issue, because I'm not soft. But my body having been out of sorts lately, by the time I was preparing dinner that night, I felt shots of weakness spasm through me. The changed time, combined with my not-too-crash-hot-body, was now giving me sick symptoms.
Today I write this with a sore-ish throat. I had weak muscles on the way into work, making me think it may possibly develop into a full-blown cold/flu. I'm keeping it at bay with cough lollies, and I need to have another hot tea soon.
Moral of the story. When you think you've beaten time, you haven't. Don't get cocky. Time always catches up to you.
We never have enough time. I've myself wanted to find the cure for sleep on many an occasion. I love sleep, sooooo much, don't get me wrong. But when I have too much to do, and I've promised myself and a lot of others to get certain things done, I start counting the hours, and wishing that 8 hours of sleep wasn't a prerequisite every single day. It would be good if we could, you know, skip a day, without the detrimental effects of what that would normally do catching up to us.
It's our own fault. We give ourselves too much to do. Waste our time on petty little bullshit, make promises we can't keep. Or in my case as it often occurs, I plan on doing too much, and end up burnt-out by the end of the day when I do miraculously manage to keep all my commitments, having had to fly and rush through them just to achieve them all.
It's no good. We need to relax. Look at what is realistically possible. Look at what it is that is truly important to us, our livelihood, and what we must do. All the extra stuff, forget it. If you don't die by failing to perform a task, it's probably safe to say it isn't so important, and can wait 'til another time for completion.
Despite all these very smart realisations I've had to beat in and imbue into my mind over the last few months, I found myself in a rare and delightful circumstance yesterday.
I found myself beating time. Like literally. I was in front of time.
Daylight savings ended in Victoria on Sunday morning. Now that we are entering into the depressing cold and dark wintry months ahead of us, our clocks are to move back one hour, in order to align us up to this man-made invention.
So, by moving back an hour..... you actually get an extra hour. Of whatever you so wish.
:)
I knew the time was going back one hour, however come Saturday night, after Hubbie and I consumed one too many drinks, we went to bed, completely oblivious of the earlier conversation we'd had about gaining an hour the next day.
I made myself get up out of bed just after 9am on Sunday morning. I had all this washing to do, and I figured my sleep in on Saturday had been more than decent. I probably wouldn't have slept much longer, it's just that when you wake up, and there's very little light coming in through the cracks in the closed blinds, you just KNOW that it's a depressing sight outside.
I started making brekkie, and had the TV on in the background. I caught a brief look at one of those news banners they have along the bottom, that changes every few seconds with the daily news titles of the day, and saw the words "daylight savings ends."
I stopped motionless for a moment, my brain trying to catch up. Then it hit me. It was now actually 8:30, rather than 9:30!
'I could have slept longer,' was what I first thought to myself. But then the joy of realising I was up, and had had the same number of sleep, but it was still an hour earlier..... I felt devilishly scheme-y.
I called Hubbie, who had planned to go to work at 6:30..... yep he got there 5:30. We laughed because it meant he was coming home earlier, with once again, not having lost ANY sleep.
All morning I did my jobs, peaking quick looks at the clock, and feeling as if I were WAY ahead of time. And I was. I was thinking, 'this is awesome, this is the only time in the year when we actually get in front of time.'
Ha. Screw you time. I beat you.
Famous last thoughts.
What I failed to realise, was that although I felt I had beaten time, my body was still running on old time. So, my brekkie came early according to my old body clock, and then my lunch came... late, and dinner... late.
That wouldn't normally be an issue, because I'm not soft. But my body having been out of sorts lately, by the time I was preparing dinner that night, I felt shots of weakness spasm through me. The changed time, combined with my not-too-crash-hot-body, was now giving me sick symptoms.
Today I write this with a sore-ish throat. I had weak muscles on the way into work, making me think it may possibly develop into a full-blown cold/flu. I'm keeping it at bay with cough lollies, and I need to have another hot tea soon.
Moral of the story. When you think you've beaten time, you haven't. Don't get cocky. Time always catches up to you.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Fluro-coloured glasses and how they trick us
The grass is always greener isn't it?
You could be eating some fantastic noodles (as I was a few nights back) and suddenly your partners freshly made salad sandwich looks sooooo good. Funnily enough, he was eyeing my noodles.
Why do we do this?
You know why? Because when we look at others lives, we see them through our fluro-coloured glasses, making everything seem, well brighter. And more spectacular.
We need to take those fluro glasses and turn them inward, so that when we look at our own lives we see how lucky we are.
Instead of envying the girl whose sporting the latest season's jacket, remind yourself that you have killer legs a model would die for.
When you see that guy, carrying on like no tomorrow and making the whole room laugh, being the life of the workplace, remind yourself that when you go home, someone who loves you is waiting for you, and is happy to see you.
Now, this is not about comparing yourself to others and putting yourself on a pedestal above them. It's about remembering that EVERYONE has something going for them. Yes you too.
Just yesterday I was wishing I had more time. It's the constant struggle of our lives, isn't it, constantly wanting to do more than what we are capable of. I was thinking how I'd love to be able to get home earlier from work, so that I could cook and then be free to do whatever I wanted... whether it was finish New Moon (yes I'm still reading it, I only just got married people, so don't badger me!) or catch up on True Blood eps, or clean up the bloody upstairs rooms from all our wedding presents!
I was thinking how nice it would be to work a shorter day, or how nice it would be if I didn't spend 2 hours of my day driving to and from work.
However today, I'm being shouted lunch, from my great boss.
Now, how many people can say that about their work life? Really, just look at that simple sentence..... I may spend many hours at work, and I may spend hours driving due to it, however my rewards for it come in other forms.
And everyone has a sentence like that, somewhere in their lives. Only thing is, if we view our OWN lives with those fluro-coloured glasses, we'll find that there are more sentences like that in our lives. We'll see we have more than that other person, who suddenly, is standing on a bed of faded yellow-green grass.
It's all about perception. That's the beauty of it. Things around you change when you do.
Now I know this has gone from a "the grass is not always greener" clarification to one about life and choices.
But they're connected.
Now I'm off to lunch.
You could be eating some fantastic noodles (as I was a few nights back) and suddenly your partners freshly made salad sandwich looks sooooo good. Funnily enough, he was eyeing my noodles.
Why do we do this?
You know why? Because when we look at others lives, we see them through our fluro-coloured glasses, making everything seem, well brighter. And more spectacular.
We need to take those fluro glasses and turn them inward, so that when we look at our own lives we see how lucky we are.
Instead of envying the girl whose sporting the latest season's jacket, remind yourself that you have killer legs a model would die for.
When you see that guy, carrying on like no tomorrow and making the whole room laugh, being the life of the workplace, remind yourself that when you go home, someone who loves you is waiting for you, and is happy to see you.
Now, this is not about comparing yourself to others and putting yourself on a pedestal above them. It's about remembering that EVERYONE has something going for them. Yes you too.
Just yesterday I was wishing I had more time. It's the constant struggle of our lives, isn't it, constantly wanting to do more than what we are capable of. I was thinking how I'd love to be able to get home earlier from work, so that I could cook and then be free to do whatever I wanted... whether it was finish New Moon (yes I'm still reading it, I only just got married people, so don't badger me!) or catch up on True Blood eps, or clean up the bloody upstairs rooms from all our wedding presents!
I was thinking how nice it would be to work a shorter day, or how nice it would be if I didn't spend 2 hours of my day driving to and from work.
However today, I'm being shouted lunch, from my great boss.
Now, how many people can say that about their work life? Really, just look at that simple sentence..... I may spend many hours at work, and I may spend hours driving due to it, however my rewards for it come in other forms.
And everyone has a sentence like that, somewhere in their lives. Only thing is, if we view our OWN lives with those fluro-coloured glasses, we'll find that there are more sentences like that in our lives. We'll see we have more than that other person, who suddenly, is standing on a bed of faded yellow-green grass.
It's all about perception. That's the beauty of it. Things around you change when you do.
Now I know this has gone from a "the grass is not always greener" clarification to one about life and choices.
But they're connected.
Now I'm off to lunch.
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