I’m an admitted time-tracker 🤷🏻‍♀️ and guilty of being able to tell you, in great detail, what happened, when and where, going pretty far back. That could be a control thing 😂 

I also use the cliche “where is time going?” as if I was truly pondering the question. Usually, I’m not. What is 100% true is this: I feel like time is not just slipping by. It’s literally flying by. 

I’m now booking clients for September and making appointments for myself that are into November and December. Halloween stuff is in the stores and holiday shopping is in the news. What?! Wasn’t I just putting the Christmas lights away? (except that one string that’s still outside 🤷🏻‍♀️)

At the same time, there are days that feel like I’m reliving over and over. Is it Sunday? Monday? No, it’s only Saturday. There’s this period before I’m fully awake where I find myself trying to orient to what day it is. This has been a pandemic experience for sure. I never had this issue before now (or before the last 18 months). 

At first, this really distressed me. I felt as if I wasn’t able to ground myself and didn’t know how to manage this new experience. Over time, though, I’ve learned to laugh about it. I’m not sure it’s a laugh that’s solely based on seeing the humor in the experience. I think there’s a fair amount of acceptance that’s mixed in, acceptance of the fact that this is what it is right now and feeling distressed won’t change anything, other than creating unnecessary distress. And, honestly, adding distress to my plate is not something I’m interested in…

Are there any behaviors that aren’t serving you well? Anything that you, too, could let go of or at least reframe?

(artwork credit: Leanne Ellis)