“What time is it?”

My daughters asked me that the other day, wanting adamantly to know the precise time so they could set their new watches.  They had been looking at the microwave and stove for the answer and then, frustrated that the two didn’t match, turned to me.  Being ever the logical part-time philosopher, I went into a discourse about how there is no specific, absolute time because time itself is only a concept devised by Man in an attempt to measure the rate at which things exist.  The two little blank faces staring back at me were clearly not satisfied with that answer, so I mentioned something about the Prime Meridian, which also went over their heads, and finally told them to just go ahead and set their watches by mine.

Because I’m god, right?  So to speak.  At least in this household.

Now, don’t get all huffy on me.  I’m just saying that Man’s attempt to measure with extreme precision a concept that is so utterly abstract and immeasurable is pretty silly, don’t you think?  You can’t measure time.  The official Greenwich Mean Time is no more and no less correct than the time on my own wristwatch.  Or at least it was on the day when this conversation with my daughters took place.  Since then, the battery on said wristwatch has expired so I’ve been going bare-wristed.  But still, the point stands.

Time.  Everybody has the same amount of it on any given day, but the passing of it feels so very different from one person to the next.  From one day to the next.  From one experience to another.  We each have a specific amount of time allotted to us during our lifetime, and regardless of our circumstances it’s up to us how we spend it.

The idea for this blog came about because of a message I received from one of my old high school friends a few weeks ago commenting on how active my life seems based on my Facebook updates and posts.  “How do you find time to play soccer, run 5Ks, raise a family, work full time, etc.?”  My response: It’s because I don’t have a man.

Funny, right?  But is it, really?  That can’t be true, I hope it isn’t.  The truth is, I have learned that it actually takes a pretty good amount of effort to actually enjoy life rather than just live it, and I try my best to enjoy my life on a daily basis.  I’m a divorced mom of two girls, I work full time (but as a teacher, so the hours are wonderful!), and I like to be happy.  This blog is my attempt at documenting the ways in which I choose to spend the time that has been allotted to me.

Welcome to my world.