Time comes in many forms and variations. Even though a second here is just the same as a second in say Antarctica, a minute to me just isn’t the same as a minute to my other half. You too? Yep, thought so.
There is a realm of unconsciousness that surrounds me when I am what some would call, “in the zone.” I have tunnel vision, or tunnel hearing, when I become entwined in a task or doing something I need to get done. It has become more so now than when I was younger. Younger to me means when I was trying to be everything to everyone. I find I don’t have to do that so much anymore. I wish I would have known that earlier. But let me pass a bit of knowledge on to you now, so you can partake of my years of hurry-up-id-ness and learn from it.
As it is we should never take advantage of our position to be able to keep someone waiting. On the other side of the coin we should not be so impatient as to put people on edge if they don’t jump when we calmly beckon for assistance. Emergencies do not fall under this lesson. If you hear someone say, “Run there is a charging elephant right behind you!” you best run. But if you hear, “Drop everything you are doing and bring me a cold drink and a bag of pretzels too,” well, take off your track shoes.
I am, always have been, and probably always will be a Johnnie on the spot kind of gal. (Maybe that should be a Janey on the spot. You get the idea.) You want something done just ask. I’ll do my best to get it done for you. But recently I have found that I have slipped a few pegs from zooming to get it done ASAP, to occasionally plodding along until it gets done. If I am not as fast as the next guy the world still revolves, time still marches on, that stupid song Itty Bitty Fishy in an Itty Bitty Pool still swims in the back of my mind on some days, and I’m okay with that.
Case in point has to do with those time variations. When my husband asks me to come and help him I say, “Two seconds.” There are two variations to that time frame. If the task involves helping him get rid of a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream, I’m all over that and a second is a true second. However if he is asking for assistance in moving a ton of railroad ties, a second could stretch out to become, well a whole day! Hey railroad ties are heavy! Eventually I do go to help, but heavy on the eventually. Focus on the fact that you do go to help, not on the time frame that you do your helping.
That little bit of knowledge my friends makes for a calmer existence.
It recently came up in a conversation with a few other women that this next scenario happens to not just me. Now to be fair this could potentially happen to anyone in your household, wife, husband even children old enough to have chores. But it more often than not happens to the woman of the house. Picture this; I’ve been home doing housework. I have done the three or four loads of wash, dusted furniture, cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed (even under the bed), made a cake, have dinner ready, mopped the floor, put stuff away, paid bills, heck I could have even washed the windows and finally I decide to take a short break and plop myself down in front of Judge Judy with a glass of iced tea in my hand. The very second my rear end hits the couch cushion the back door pops opens and in comes my husband! That is the most aggravating thing. It looks like I’ve been there all day. “Just sitting in front of the television eating bon bons” is the line that comes to mind. That as it turns out has happened to all the women within earshot of the conversation that day. Amazing!
As he comes into living room he sees me on the couch and he says, “If you’re not too busy could you come help me move a ton of railroad ties?” In return with a deflating sigh and my crooked little smile I of course say, “Two seconds.”
Trina Machacek lives in Eureka, Nevada her book ITY BITS can be found on Kindle. Share your comments and opinions with her at firstname.lastname@example.org