Monday, November 22, 2010

Time after time...a Magpie tale

 I couldn't help to think about time when looking at this image: a roman numeral, an aged bottle of wine, the clear marks of time on the walls, the blury edges of time... such an abstract, complex, intense, yet ephemeral and fragile concept...

time invested
time wasted
time expected
time needed for perfection
time stopping during moments of affliction
time flying when enjoying good times...
time magically expanding when we think there is no time!

This has been an incredible busy and intense week for me in many I decided to use a post written early this year, that I particulary love and that captures the essence of what this image represents for me.
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Vancouver, B.C. Canada, February 6th 2010
Vancouver has always been a city with a lot of meaning for me. It was my first international travel destination, it is the city my best friend calls home and when she moved here, I came visit, sometimes just for a weekend, to be part of her setting up process; it was my honeymoon destination and a place where I feel welcome and safe.
This time I’m here on a business trip in a Vancouver almost ready to host the 2010 Winter Olympics. I’m staying with my friend as usual and going for work with her for ten days, weekend included. Ten days already planned based on a daily routine with a constant layout that can be summarized like this:

06:45 – wake up, brush teeth, wash face, take shower and get dressed
07:30 – finish hair and makeup – no time for mascara, take it with you
07:35 – making bed, drink my glass of water and grab cell phone and purse
07:40 – rush out to catch the bus; don’t forget the take out cup of coffee!
07:46 – taking bus to sky train station
08:05 – sky train to Burrard station; get the Metro or 24 daily papers
08:30 – get off the train, walk to the office; too crowded! Take the emergency stairs
09:00 – more coffee and oatmeal; back to desk
11:55 - lunch brake
13:05 – back from lunch
16:55 – taking off to catch sky train back
17:37 – get off on 22nd street station to catch the 410 bus
18:00 – home for dinner; eat, clean and get ready for the after work activity of the day.

And so it went, day after day; a detailed schedule, minute by minute. It was stressful for me, it was like having to make it happen or else… or so it felt. Until I realized the issue was not the plan or the activities or even commuting to work; it was the fact that I was aware of each single moment and how long every single activity took (or should I say how much time was assigned to perform each task). It was the same old things I usually do, only thoroughly documented.

I now know how long it takes to lather and repeat, or to floss and rinse, or the difference in time between a pony tale and hair half way up. I even confirmed that coffee gets cold in 37 minutes, that time goes by quickly if you are looking for 6 down based on the first letter of 6 across. That I can eat dinner in 23 minutes; that 15 minutes of reading mean 10 pages for an adult and 3 pages for a six year old; that a bridal shower can last less than an hour, cheese tray and wine drinking included.

I learned that life is full of wasted minutes we don’t really know where they were used or what for; that we are capable of managing even the smallest things if we really need or want to. It’s all about control and awareness, plans and timelines, with no room for the unplanned. It is a matter of perspective and choices. I realized that my lifestyle is different only because is mine, my own rules my own plan. The layout might not be the same but the content is.

Sometimes, I don’t want to know where time went; I like being open for the unexpected, but love the idea of making every moment count, without having to count every moment.

After having the chance of being part of the life of a Vancouverite, one thing is for sure: I admire and love my best friend even more.
This is a Magpie tale - Mag 41 - for other Magpie tales click  Magpie tales


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  2. Amiguita, you should have been here this weekend. My whole weekend was scheduled not only by me but by other people! Oh, and now you can update your post to say that 15 minutes or reading means 10 pages for a seven year old ;)

    Wish you were here to cause some chaos to my daily schedule!!

  3. nice...every minute is precious...i think realising that opens us up to the spontaneous....nice piece.

  4. There is a of knowledge in this little post of yours. But sometimes those unplanned moments leave lasting impressions. :D
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

    PS Thanks for the lovely comments.

  5. This was some lovely writing. Time is quite a mystery. Some say it doesn't exist - a man made invention. Yet, it rules our lives. But each moment does count and hopefully we don't waste them.

    I love the way you expressed yourself here.

  6. Una vez le preguntaron a María Félix cuántos años tenía (cuando ya comenzaban a ser bastantes) y respondió algo así como "no sé, por vivirlos no he tenido tiempo para contarlos".

    Un beso grande,


  7. I have fond memories of Vancouver, its seacoast and city. What a memorable destination chronicled so well.


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