Time is imaginary, right? Just like money. Not real. Just a concept. A suggestion.
If I have, say, a 3:00 meeting that is 20 minutes away and I leave at 2:50. I’m not late. Not until I am halfway there and the clock ticks 3:00 am I late.
If I have a project due tomorrow by noon that I haven’t started, I’m not late. Not until tomorrow comes and the deadline passes. At 12:01, I’m late. At 11:59, I still have time. Perhaps a miracle will happen and …
If I have, say, a book that I am trying to write. And there is no deadline. It’s just done when it’s done. I set the timing. I’m completely in charge. It can’t be late. That’s a good thing, right? I shouldn’t let a silly old ticking clock control me. Or a day-timer. Or a calendar.
Well, timing is imaginary, right? A human fabrication. Something we created so we could call meetings and assign projects and …
I don’t have a very good relationship with time. In fact, we’re enemies. I disregard it. Spend it at will on anything I wish. As if it grew on trees. As if it were endless.
God’s time is. Not mine. The time I am spending today belongs to both of us. He shared it with me. How could that be my enemy?
Head down. Dig in. There’s work to be done.
