Recently one morning, I settled into my big comfortable chair with a blanket, a cat in my lap, and an open book. Ah, peace and quiet.
Beep. Beep.
The oven timer sounded. I had put scones in for my husband’s birthday.
Thirty minutes later the alarm on my phone rang. Time to set aside books and walk the dog.
As I started and finished all day to various timers, I considered my life on a timer. Always something or someone needing me at a certain time.
Mostly, I do it to myself. I’m the one sectioning off my day with alarms. It keeps me organized but not much room for spontaneity.
Here are some examples of my timer sets:
45 minutes—grading (work)
45 minutes—writing
45 minutes—house chores
45 minutes—exercise
(repeat when necessary)
Wake-up
Go to bed reminder
Baking
Departures
Etc….
Solomon in Ecclesiastes 3 had a few things to say about time. “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven…A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance…A time to be quiet and a time to speak.”
A time to set a timer? In the grand scheme of things, my 45-minute intervals are not very important.
Oh, did I mention that sometimes I forget to push the start button? Then my grading or writing or exercising gets as much time as needed to complete a task.
Beep. Beep.
It’s time for school work.
Do you set timers?
I live by timers. It’s exhausting!
Wow so much to do!!! I try not to set timers but it is sometimes necessary. Setting a timer allows you to really get in to what you are doing rather than glancing at the clock often. I do love a day with no responsibilities though.