Enjoying The Next 3,600 Minutes…

The way we view time is weird. It’s Friday; I’ve got two whole days and change before I’m sitting back at my desk in my office…

So, as I’m sitting here, I start to think: “Wow, all night tonight, all day Saturday, and all day Sunday… The weekend is here. All that time awaiting my arrival!” Seems like a long time. There’s so much I could get done.

Then, I do a Chewbode thing. For whatever reason, I decide to look at this weekend ahead of me as hours, not days. The weekend converts to about 60 hours. Hmm. 60 hours. When I say it to myself, it sounds like less time than the 2+ days I was just thinking of.

Deeper down the rabbit hole I go… I then decide to think of the weekend in minutes. 3,600 minutes until I’m back at work. That seems like even less time than 60 hours.

So, this big weekend ahead of me, all 3,600 minutes of it, is now ticking away. I’m practically watching it disappear: 3,599… 3,598…

Jeeze. What a way to make the short weekends seem shorter.

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