It's Monday morning and for the Nth time I wondered where my weekend went. Is there a vast weekend black hole somewhere between Friday & Monday? Should we appease the god of time in order to get more frequent 3-day 'feeling' weekends? (and I don't mean sucking up to the boss).
On a more practical level, however, should we rule out these fantastical science fiction notions, is it possible that time flies both quicker & slower over periods when we have have much to do? For example, has a morning ever flown by and by lunch time you've accomplished so much? (or at least it feels like it). If it really flew by then how did you get so much done. On the contrary, ever been stuck in a meeting that drags on and on? It might be the same period of time, and yet the results are completely different.
So, what is better? not remembering how the morning felt because we were so busy and so enthralled by our work that lunch time came and we didn't even notice? or, is it better to be agonizing during that long unproductive meeting? Technically we are supposed to 'stop & smell the roses' - which just means live more in the 'now'. So, is this living in the 'now' what changes our perception of time? Meaning, perhaps we are enjoying ourselves so much being busy that being bored to death at a meeting is just torturesome. I of course don't have an answer... but I sure feel puzzled by feeling good about something I can't remember well as opposed to feeling bored-out-of-my-mind in the 'now'. I'm not making fun of the 'now', I think it's very important; I just can't seem to find it attractive all the time.
This weekend was one of those puzzling times... got lots & lots & lots done... slept like a baby... worked out like crazy. Now it's Monday and I wonder... where did my workout weekend go?
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