This morning I forgot to put on my watch before I left the house. It’s a once in a blue moon event that I forget to wear my watch. I love it. This particular watch was a Christmas gift a few years back from my wife, who was only my fiancée at the time.
Anyway, I’m obsessed with knowing what time it is at any given moment. It probably would serve me well to go a day or two without glancing down at my watch every few minutes. I might be a lot more productive, but who really wants that?
Forgetting my watch has caused something positive though. It’s caused me to think. Who really needs to wear a watch anymore? We’re surrounded by clocks and timepieces all day long. Right now in the lower left hand corner of my computer screen is a clock, which reminds me that I need to get started on some work pretty soon but that’s another story. The list of clocks that surround us in our daily lives goes on and on. I have one in my car, on the microwave, on my nightstand, on my wife’s nightstand, on the wall in my living room, on the bookcase, on my cell phone, and that’s only what I can think of off the top of my head. I’m sure there are clocks in places that I don’t even realize. This leads me to the question; do I really need to wear a watch? Perhaps more importantly, why is it so important to know what time it is all the time?
I think we, as a culture, and generation, put too much emphasis on time. We even spend our time reading books about managing our time. How lame is that? If we’d all relax, throw our watches and other time-keeping devices away and just live a day without worrying about the position of the sun over our heads, it would be a better world.
Post Script: I don’t have this practice down. Sadly, I’m as guilty as the next person when it comes to obsessing over time. Please forgive me.