“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Like every Thursday night, last night I set my alarm for quarter to 8. You see I only have a 25 minute commute (door to train to desk, at that) and Fridays I tend to let myself sleep in a bit and simply rush a little bit in the morning. Most days I’m up around 6:30/quarter to 7 whether my alarm is going off or not, so Friday mornings are a delightful little break for me. Everyone has to have them, you know?
So this morning, I wake to the sound of the city trucks taking away our recycling, my alarm blaring at me from a couple of feet away. I roll over, hit snooze, get up ten minutes later on time and hop in the shower. As usual, getting from bed to my office takes about an hour. Assuming I have plenty of time to go, I get off the train Downtown and check the time (I always try to have an extra couple of minutes to stop at Dunkins) and my phone tells me it’s three minutes to eight. I stop. I get bumped into by anxious MBTA customers. I notice that the street is more empty than usual, even before a holiday. I check it again. Two minutes to eight in the morning. It is 7:58am.
Today, I lost an hour. I asked multiple strangers on the street for the time, despite clearly holding a cell phone, and by the time I got to my office I had resigned myself to spending an extra hour inside on the day before the long weekend and maybe the fact that the Cosmos was playing some kind of trick on me. And really, if I was the Cosmos, this would totally be the week to do it.