Watchless — and Loving It!
My watch broke just after the Fourth of July holiday. I was loading things into our van and the bar holding on the watch to the band broke. I wasn’t angry, though. The face was getting tarnished and the band was falling apart anyway, but the bar looked solid. Yeah, wasn’t an expensive watch and it lasted me for a few years. I figured that I would soon go and get a new watch.
But it’s been over two weeks and I still don’t have a new watch. And you know what? I don’t miss it. I’ve started to worry less about what time it is and just work on what I am doing for that moment. Time seems to go faster now that I am not worried about it, but worried at the task on hand. And I have never been late for anything in the past two weeks, either.
All that said, if I truly want to know what time it is, I can always find out. Either from my computer, the clock on the wall, on the cable box, or (if I’m by myself) my cell phone. So if I want to exert a little more effort, I can find the time. But generally I find that I don’t need to. I just concentrate on something else instead of worrying about the time.
I’m not going to say that I’m never going to get a watch. I may, someday, but right now I have no plans to. I’m just enjoying this strange new freedom from worrying about what time it is.