A few weeks ago I was on a conference out of the country. It was 4 nights away from home, away from my family. It might not sound like much, but to me it seemed like an eternity; it was the longest I’ve been without them. (Yes, I need them probably a lot more than they need me!)
On Monday morning I was anxious – the opening talk was starting at 10 am, and at 9:15 I was still lying in bed (recall…I was without my children, so I was taking the advantage of a lie in!)
But 45 mins to get up, dressed, washed, breakfasted and get my notes and stuff in order, let alone find my way to the conference centre? No way that was possible!
As I was lying in bed having a slight panic about my lack of time, it hit me.
I had loads of it! I only had to wash myself, dress myself, feed myself, and get myself out of the door. There was no need to repeatedly test my patience (ironically…) in hurrying other people along.
There’s a saying that insanity is hereditary because you get it from your children. But I wonder if the opposite is true regarding time; without children we have more time.
Of course, I never want to be without my girls (or my wife who can equally take up lots of time with make-up and clothes and shoes and matching handbags and… and…but I still love her for it!), even though some of my idiot single and / or childless friends try to convince me of the benefits of being without love in your life
But if being without wife and kids means a greater efficiency in time, it seems to me that there’s only one step further to actually traveling in time – but to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to take it.