578 days have passed since I moved to Ireland.
Recently, I’ve felt a great sense of nostalgia as my days grow short. When I decided to move to the Burren for my masters in August of 2017, the two years ahead seemed like an eternity. I thought time would pass differently. I’m not sure if it’s actually passed more quickly than I anticipated or if it just feels like it went fast because my time is now limited. Scarcity in my life usually leads me to a perspective of wanting more--maybe that’s true for most people.
Time is such an odd thing. The way it passes or seems not to pass is relative. There have been moments throughout the past two years where days feel forever long. It seems oxymoronic that I experienced many of those long days in the winter months when days are technically the shortest of the calendar year. In the summer months when the daylight hours ran from 4 in the morning to nearly midnight, time almost always flew by. I experienced a greater sense of energy in the summer months, which helped pass time as I sped through long days of cycling, hiking, and serving at the Wild Atlantic Lodge.
In dealing with my emotions, sometimes I resort to counting my days. I measure days that have passed in feeling a sense of accomplishment and days to come in anticipation of change or exciting events.
10 days until I install my work in the gallery and move out of my studio.
22 days until our final exhibition opens.
34 days until graduating with a Master of Fine Arts.
42 days until I leave Ireland.
What do you think about counting your days? Do you ever make countdowns for yourself? If so, is it constructive, overwhelming, encouraging?
For me, counting days comes almost naturally. It makes me feel capable of control when so much is unknown. It also forces me to confront the reality of time constraints and consider how best to approach moments that could easily rush away without consideration.
My time is important, your time is important, our time is important. Time changes and shapes us all. But the way we choose to handle the experiences we have makes the greatest impact on our evolving identities.
Wherever you’re at in life, I hope it’s something you have a conscious awareness of. If you don’t, I hope you’re living in a way that brings you ultimate satisfaction and efficiency of time without a need for quantification.
I’ll leave you with a Rebecca Solnit quote because it’s relevant AND I love her (didn’t you know?).
“Every minute of every hour of every day you are making the world, just as you are making yourself, and you might as well do it with generosity and kindness and style.”
Have a wonderful weekend, friends. Enjoy the days and the time--however you choose to spend it.