Sunday, February 26, 2012

Who has the time for that?

i remember when i used to blog. when i used to want to blog. when i used to feel like i had time to blog. those were nice days.

lately, i've been thinking a lot about time, and not just because i wish i had more of it but because of its uncanny ability to impact everything. i've been trying to be aware of the fact that how i think about time influences the way i experience time.

a few weeks ago a friend told me that they measure time by seasons. she has trouble attaching years to events. this conversation made me interrogate how i perceive time. i have a very visual memory, and when i think back, i don't remember years or seasons. i remember my environment. sure, from places i can figure out the year, but time for me builds from statements like 'that was when i was living in (fill in the blank)'.

i've started writing this post a fair few times. it's gone in several different directions. apparently, i have a lot that i want to say about time. i doubt my interest in time is, er, fleeting, so instead of articulating thoughts that are still rather rough, i think it'd be more interesting to hear from anyone who happens to be reading this:

when you stop to think about it - how do you measure time? what are your markers for time?