Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

If you read the headline in the voice of the rock band Chicago, we are kindred spirits. Their 1969 song “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” has been on my mind lately. 

While my work life revolves heavily around the clock, I want my personal life to be less centered on the time and more on how I feel. Feeling like we answer to the clock 24/7 is exhausting.

So I was delighted yesterday when I realized I had no idea the time, nor did I care. 

This feels like a sign of success to me. To be unaware, uninterested and blatantly disengaged from the clock means that we are so busy living life that we forget to note time passing as we do it. 

When do you check the time most? When you are doing something you don’t enjoy, right? You check the clock at work, from the treadmill, during a boring meeting. In these situations you are likely monitoring the passing time and willing it to move more quickly. This isn’t the case when you’re having fun or satisfied with your current circumstances. 

Yesterday was a standard Sunday at home beginning with CBS Sunday Morning followed by light chores that will make my life easier this week. I have written about this kind of day as a self care day and you can find that story here.

This was hardly a fun day but I was content.

Isn’t that what it’s all about? Being so content with our lives that we can’t imagine doing anything other than what’s that’s in front of us right now is a true gift.

A Small Miracle

A small miracle occurred in my house yesterday morning: I folded a fitted sheet. 

For all you grown up people out there who know how to do things properly, you’re probably thinking this does not classify as a miracle but I’m going to say it’s at least equivalent to seeing the face of the Pope in a slice of toast. 

For most of my adult life, I have watched instructional videos, sought advice and tried in earnest to fold a fitted sheet into something that resembles a flat square of fabric. Instead, it usually ends up looking like a balled up mess – mainly because I get frustrated and ball it up into a mess.

Since both sheets and one pillow case get stored inside the second pillow case, it usually doesn’t look too unsightly in the linen closet but I have always wanted to master this skill. 

How did this happen? I have no idea. Honestly, I have no idea. It was like something in my brain just clicked or perhaps the house elves decided to lend a hand. While I fear it will never happen again, my fondest hope is that I’m starting the year off on the right foot. 

Isn’t it funny how something so small as a household chore can bring joy, give hope and inspire us to think positively?