The Secret Advantage Of Being Short
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104183551
If this is true then we are all living in the past.
Wanna travel through time. Fear the future.
For the first time in many years (the vast majority of my life) I do not have to prepare for classes. With the completion of my Masters in May of this year, this is the first time I can recall when I do not have the pending doom of class to countdown my summer to.
However, Estee still has her countdown to her classes. She will graduate in December of this year so this makes for her last semester.
As she and I were talking the other day and she said something that I have said in the past but not really thought about it.
“Uh. Class starts in like two weeks. This summer has gone by so fast. I cannot believe it is over.”
Possibly the only reason I even made note of this comment was because I noticed that I did not feel the same way. My summer had not gone by fast at all. In fact I was excited for the summer to be over!
It could be that she and I had different summer experiences and thus made time ‘move’ differently for each of us. Or it could also be the more we worry/fear the future the more quickly time seems to pass us by.
Estee not only begins her last semester but also moves to a full time position in the beginning of September. These both are high stress anxiety laden events. Time moved quickly.
I am just doing what I am doing with no big changes in the coming future. Time moved slow.
Although this is not the most thought out of ideas and could be written more eloquently, the point is made. If we fear the future, does time move by us faster than if we do not fear the future?
What are the implications of those theologies which use fear as a way of behavior modification? What are the implications of those theologies which focus on dismaying fear?
Do you fear the future? How is time moving for you?
Ten Things by Paul Baribeau
Thank you to Simon Gooch and his parents (Tom and Sally) who gave this song to me the other day.
Suspending time
When Estee and I travel long distances, sometime along the trip we both exclaim, “I am ready to get out of this car!” But something interesting happens when we arrive, Estee likes to sit in the car for a bit. I never really understood this. Why not jump out and shake and scream and get the blood flowing to all parts of the body? Instead, she likes to sit for a bit. What an odd thing to consider in light of what we both exclaimed earlier in the car ride.
But the other day I sat in a chair we have and was in a very uncomfortable position but was so tired I did not move for a bit. Eventually I became very comfortable even when Estee said, “How can you be comfortable sitting like that?” I found myself sitting there not wanting to move at all. It was more than just my body physically getting used to being in that position, but my mind was very comfortable. I knew that when I got up, I would go to bed, wake up and the troubles of the next would come. But while I sat in that chair, I felt like I was suspending time.
Have you ever felt like you were in an uncomfortable position, which you became to content in to move?
Have you ever felt like you were suspending time?
Estee suspends time in the car. I was in a chair. Where are you?
