Adulthood, Childhood, Dreaming, Fulfillment, Growing Up, Growth, life, Living Life, Reflections, Time, Truth
A space for writing. A space for thinking. For feeling. For being.
I am old enough to remember life before the internet was in every household and in every hand. I am old enough to recall what it means to spend a day in your bedroom, without Facebook, YouTube or instragram to “entertain” you.
I remember listening to Ace of Base for hours (the entire album, not just that one song – because that’s how you listened to music back then), while doodling fashion design sketches on notepads. I dreamt I might become a fashion designer one day, creating clothes that were comfortable, functional, and cool.
I liked to wear my black Doc. Martens boots with floral babydoll dresses and a well-worn jean jacket. Nobody dressed like that in my town, but I didn’t care. I thought I was ahead of my time and, having watched “Reality Bites” more than once, believed I was a Winona Ryder-esque misfit.
This brief soirée into fashion design came from the most unusual place – Archie comics.
I loved Archie comics and I used to own them all. At one point, they started fashion design contests where people could submit outfits for Betty or Veronica. Having seen the winning submissions, I just knew that I could do better than what I was seeing – for Betty, of course. Who the hell cares about Veronica?
There was such an incredible amount of space and time to create back in those days. Time to dream. Time to breathe and just be.
Some of this has been swallowed by adulthood. Time is now used for cooking meals, doing dishes, cleaning the house, taking care of my child, paying bills and the many more responsibilities that age brings with it.
Loss is inevitable when the currency is time.
But, does it always have to be lost? Once we reach a certain age in life are we just doomed to continue losing time until the day we breathe our last?
I don’t think so. I certainly hope not.
I have begun seeking ways to gain time instead of always just losing it. I find I regain a few seconds when I take the time to just look out of a window for a few minutes or sit on the porch swing, empty handed, no music or distractions other than the birds flittering around the bird feeders or landing lightly on the evergreen branches. I gain a minute when I just sit and watch my son playing and allow myself to soak-in every movement and noise he makes. My time bank grows a little bit when I go for a drive and allow myself to breathe-in the landscape around me, letting my mind drift-back to the days of childhood when I used to look-out over the same landscape and dream.
I am on a journey to rediscover the pleasure of empty time. We grow-up and somewhere along the way we buy-in to the concept that empty time is a waste of time. This is simply not true.
Empty time is where life is found. It is where joy exists and time expands.
Empty time is where the magic happens.
You have now got Ace of Base stuck in my head!
“I saw the sign, I opened up my eyes and saw the sign…..” (How does my brain store this stuff without any difficulty and immediate recall even though it has been a VERY it time since I last heard it? I can even picture the CD case!)
I love this