1. the system of those sequential relations that any event has to any other, as past, present, or future; indefinite and continuous duration regarded as that in which events succeed one another.

2. duration regarded as belonging to the present life as distinct from the life to come or from eternity; finite duration.

3. (sometimes initial capital letter) a system or method of measuring or reckoning the passage of time:
mean time; apparent time; Greenwich Time.

4. a limited period or interval, as between two successive events:
a long time.

5. a particular period considered as distinct from other periods:
Youth is the best time of life.

6. Often, times.
a. period in the history of the world, or contemporary with the life or activities of a notable person:
prehistoric times; in Lincoln’s time.
b. the period or era now or previously present:
sign of the times; How times have changed!
c. period considered with reference to its events or prevailing conditions, tendencies, ideas, etc.:
hard times; a time of war.

7. a prescribed or allotted period, as of one’s life, for payment of a debt, etc.


Source: extracts from Dictionary.com



To me time is an illusion.

Always changing, sure and obviously.

Blurring the lines of life nonetheless.

I remember as a child how slow time appeared to go. Especially how long it took to get to the summer holidays.

Or how long I had to wait after eating before I could jump back in the pool and resume my mermaid enhancements once more.

Let alone having to sit on the steps of the front porch, bored out of my brain, waiting for one of my big brothers to arrive home from secondary school, as it wasn’t yet time for me to have my own key.

Time simply dragged on and on.

Then the opposite would occur.

One day it seemed as if I was holding my mums hand as I clambered across the front fences in our street, often clumsily, claiming a scuffed knee or two, unlike the super hero I was pretending to be, as we hiked to the train station on our way to kinder.

Then the next moment, time had warped and there I was holding my first born in my arms for the first time, wondering how quickly my life had changed and how this beautiful miracle of a boy had been waiting for his time to enter this wondrous world of ours.

How I was now the parent and no longer the child.

As an adult, time continually appears to be disappearing in the blink of an eye.
April is frantically knocking at the door, again!
My youngest turned 21 last week. I don’t quite understand how she can be 21, when I only feel 21 myself at times.
Then late last year, my husband and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.
My hair is turning silver.

I used to think this was an effect of ageing. The older I got, the quicker time sped up and vanished, disappeared, pfft. What shocked me, was how often my kids would quizzically declare how fast their year had gone and this was at a time when they were still in early primary school.

For a long time, that one baffled me.

Is it because we do, have, demand so much more from our time?
We fit more into our day through the activities we engage in?
The processes we follow?
The technological advances we’ve made?

We want it now.


Come on, quickly, I don’t have all the time in the world to wait!

We’ve become so busy, multi tasking our lives, we’ve almost lost the art of one thing at a time. Being still. Present to the moment.

Sometimes, the sun rises, then sets, then rises again, before I’ve had time to collect my thoughts for the day. Then I’m left to start over with a new day and it’s clock madly ticking over.

Recently, over the past few months, I’ve had the great pleasure of reconnecting with friends gone by. Friends whom somehow we managed to drift apart, with no fault of our own. Time took us in different directions with different priorities. There was no cause to a falling out. Simply a distance of time at play. Except, time kept getting longer and longer between when we’d last seen each other or spoken. Time had distanced it’s self from us. To clarify, this time, was about a decade or two. That’s a long time in between catch ups.

What I loved about reconnecting with these friends was how it felt like no time had passed whatsoever. It wasn’t decades since we’d seen each other surely, it couldn’t be when it felt like it was only yesterday, maybe even minutes since we’d last spoken.

Such a bizarre feeling.

I loved too how we managed to pick up exactly where we left off, all those years before, although wildly trying to fill in the blanks of our lives in the short amount of time we had together that day.

Let alone how quickly we could drop back into our long forgotten roles we once played as the teenagers we were. The excitement building as we reminisced about an event, laughed over the way we used to dress, style our hair, party, or a favourite song and band. Discussing the who’s who of the who was who. We were no longer grown ups sitting in this time, rather we’d been transported right back in time, to the 80’s and early 90’s, where most of these adventures took place.

The illusion of time.

I’m grateful for the re-connection with these long lost friends, I certainly endeavor to stay in touch. That being said, it’s not one of my strong suits. Time always seems to get the better of me, lost in my own world. Perhaps, not this time. Only time will tell.

I get time is what we make of it. As mentioned in my previous post titled enough, we all have the same amount of time allocated to us. There’s no skimming it from the top to add it to this task or that task, nor is there any possibility of saving it all up for a rainy day.

It is exactly as it is.

I also mentioned in my enough post, the only difference is how we prioritise our time. Not enough time in the day. Look at how wisely you are utilising your time.

Time has these magical and mysterious powers too.

Time can heal everything. From broken bones to broken hearts.
You just have to give time time.

Time is celebrated and held in high regard when an accumulation occurs, such as reaching a millstone through age and/or anniversaries, whether they be people, romantic relationships, careers, buildings, wines etc.

Time doesn’t stop.

We might.

It never does.

Time alone can be time well-spent.

Time is money. Meaning time is valuable, don’t waste it.

Yet as the late, great, John Lennon has been quoted as saying “time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted”.

Time is time, however we do use it interchangeably. There’s playtime, family time, work time, holiday time, social time, solo time, study time, good times, bad times, happy times, sad times…

Time is infinite.

Our time isn’t.

In my youth I always believed I had plenty of time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Time was on my side. Now as I sit here in my forties pondering where my time went, I acknowledge some of it was spent wisely, some not so.

And if I had a do over of my time?

That’s easy, knowing what I know today, I’d treasure every moment in time I have on this Earth for the precious commodity it is, it’s full worth, using it ever so wisely, not wasting a second.

Actually, retract that, you know what, I don’t need a do over. I’m happy with how I’ve used my time, for I’m happy with who I am today and what I’ve created in my life. Had my time not played out the way it has, I wouldn’t be who I am, living the way I live. That being said, I will continue to use the time I have left to the best of my ability. For who knows just how much time that is.

Time really is an illusion, its what we do with it that makes all the difference.

What it gives me is not necessarily what it gives you and vice a versa.

Time, one of our most precious commodities, yet generally so underrated.

What does time mean to you?

How do you best use your time?


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  • Time flys when your have fun, time is a blur when your in unforeseen situations, time drags on when your waiting for something. Learning to value time in any of those circumstances and cherish the lessons during those times, makes me who I am today, a stronger woman.
    Love and hugs xxx


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