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Losing an hour of sleep does not agree with me. I’ve been dreading the annual “spring forward” this year. But I must admit, I didn’t realize the jump was coming early this year. That is, until I just hopped online and read this:

“Americans’ clocks will spring forward three weeks earlier this year (2 a.m. Sunday, March 11), but more than half of Americans (54%) say they’re relaxed and haven’t really thought about the change, a new MSN/Zogby Poll shows.

But one in four (23%) say they’re excited about this year’s early time change – they’re looking forward to the longer daylight and a chance to conserve energy. Those living in the Eastern U.S. are more likely (27%) than those living in other regions to be excited about this year’s early time change.”

Err–excuse me? “…a chance to conserve energy”? Since when has longer daylight hours conserved anyone’s energy? Now that sunup and sundown are farther apart, we can pack even more activity into life. Just what I need.

I don’t mean to be so negative. I really do enjoy getting up in the morning to daylight. Somehow, it makes the songbirds more audible. The morning seems kinder. The eyes open with ease. Okay, so not exactly, but it’s a little less painful waking up.

I actually used to be a morning person. I still love to be up before dawn. There is something so precious about being awake when most of the world is still sleeping. It heightens the senses and awards a sense of quiet at the same time. Yes, I love predawn, it’s the waking up that I have a problem with. Well, that and that fact that once I am awake I am just too tired to enjoy it. In fact, it seems I’m tired all the time these days. But I’ve been taking a multi-vitamin and drinking green tea, which has helped. A lot. Seriously.

But I’m still tired a lot. Which takes us back to the issue of packing as much into a day as humanly possible.

Face it. We do too much.

There are a lot of things about my childhood that I grieve, but having leisure time is not one of them. I mean, when I was a kid, we played. Free, imaginative, creative play. Not the kind of play that has to be officiated. I worry about the children growing up today. I try desperately to give my boys the kind of freedom that I had growing up. But the very fact that I have to try so hard changes the nature of the play in itself. We live in a different world.

My grown up life has it’s own demands. Work, exercise, professional interests, personal interests, church life, social life, yadda, yadda, yadda. Throw in a couple of birthday parties or evening meetings and my head is spinning. Welcome to middle America.

It is not easy to resist society’s drive in this direction. It’s been a stressful week here in the Boggess household. But this kind of week is the exception, not the rule. I’ve been out of balance and haven’t been myself. But it’s only temporary. My heart goes out to those who choose to live a week like this every week. They just don’t know what they are missing.

I know that I ramble, but this time change just has me considering how I spend my time. A good friend said to me once, “I don’t know anyone who ever said, when looking back, ‘I just wish I had spent more time at work’.”

There’s a great song by the band Switchfoot that questions, “This is your life, are you who you want to be?”

Are you?

Make it count today. Not tomorrow. Not next year. This is your life.

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