Where I Lose Sense of Time

There was a time in my life when I lived by the clock. Up at a certain time. Off to work at a certain time, allowing more time for inclement weather. At work by…. Lunch at… and, finally, home at…

On the weekend, time was more flexible. I attended to my writing. I didn’t write exclusively on the weekends; I just had more time for it. In those days, I also did chores. I have pretty much tossed the chore-doing bit these days. I will pick things up if they fall to the floor. If I step in something wet, I will attend to it immediately. Which might include a few selected curse words depending on what I stepped in. Generally, cat-related.

Laundry can be done in the background. Dishes wash up quickly. Larger projects like cleaning the Air Fryer can be done in stages (I did the left door yesterday). Nowadays, my husband has taken over laundry, though I can still throw a few bits in the kitchen sink for a quick wash.

Now, though? I am a full-time writer. Today was a bit different. It being a Friday, I sort of took the day off. I finished reading a book on my Kindle: Amaryllis by Jayne Castle, and started a new one, Fire from Heaven by Mary Renault. I watched some YouTube videos.

I took a meandering trip researching footrests on Google, which led me to a new-to-me Medium writer, Fred Achoru, who wrote Four Reasons I Love Writing While Standing. Through Fred, I discovered a new-to-me website called OpenCulture, which I would highly recommend spending a while snooping around. They’ve got tons of information and courses.

I lost track of time; I was having so much fun.

There are other activities where I lose track of time. One, which you probably already know about, is writing. It’s wonderful to have an idea and then to track it here or there just to see where your mind takes you. Sometimes it turns out to be something you can publish. More often for me it’s something that needs to proof for a day or two, just like bread rising.

Meditation will sometimes launch me into places where I lose track of time. Wonderful adventures. My meditations have never been as advertised, where I am at one with Spirit. Sometimes they are, but other times I just go places in my head. Beautiful meadows, places from long ago, places where my characters and I meet just to chat.

Another way I lose track of time is when I draw. It’s been some time, but I remember being in the zone so totally that I looked up to see 45 minutes had come and gone while I was one with whatever I was drawing. A meditative time.

When do I come back to my everyday life? Usually, like now, it is my empty stomach. I think a cup of tea is in order. How about you?

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 Pauline Evanosky
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