Dates, days, months

As I move forward in life, I have come to realize that the measurements of time are becoming less and less relevant to me.

Right now, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays seem to seamlessly blend into each other and I find it hard to pinpoint the exact day I’m living in… unless it happens to be special for some reason: a birthday, an appointment, or a celebration of some sort. Mondays and Fridays stand out because they open and close the week days, and Saturdays and Sundays are special days – you can’t really confuse those.

And what can I say about dates?? It is exactly the same to me if it is the 10^th, the 17^th or the 25^th day of the month, unless, of course, it is a day when I need to remember someone’s birthday, anniversary or whatever – and even so, each morning, while making breakfast, I have to take a look at my wall calendar (about which I have written in another post) to find out what day I’m living in and if there is anything important in it that I should be aware of. And no, I’m not losing my mind or becoming senile.

I believe that I have reached a phase in my life – whether temporary or permanent remains to be seen – where I feel that I can let myself float a bit in time. I am no longer governed by the schedules and responsibilities that I had before. My days flow quite calmly and very similarly throughout the weeks and months. I no longer have deadlines for anything, I get to do things at my pace and rhythm, I enjoy my painting, my reading and everything that surrounds me. If there is something that doesn’t get done in one day, it will probably get done the next day. I’m quite sure that there is nothing that I do that cannot wait until later without affecting anyone.

I’ve done enough running around when I was young, and now I am very grateful for this calm space in my life that I really hope will last…