This morning we awoke to the cat meowing hopefully. She thought it was eight and she was an hour overdue for breakfast. Of course, our phones said it was seven.
Daylight savings is a little odd, I’ve never quite understood it even though I have observed it all my life. In the fall we are given an extra hour that is usually lost in sleep. In the spring an hour is taken, to be hoarded until that fall.
While I was in college, Indiana began to observe daylight savings, statewide, for the first time. I was happy because I no longer had to explain to friends and family why I was an hour off of their time for only half the year.
The first year most of my classmates were baffled, since they had never had to worry about setting their clocks back or forward. The local cell tower got it wrong and set the clocks forward when they should have sent them back. So for a short time that Sunday morning, according to our clocks, we had lost two hours of time.
We run so much of our lives looking at the clock. I keep thinking of this quote from The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom
“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
Sometimes I fear time running out. I worry that I won’t have enough time to do everything I want to do. Or that I won’t have the time to make my imprint on the world. I worry about leaving things unfinished. I don’t want to be unfinished.