Last week, I was on Twitter quite a bit tracking the Grand Prix Final in Quebec City, Canada. I was going along quite nicely, thank you, chatting with people and expressing my relatively quirky point of view about what was going on in the world of skating. Somewhere along the line, someone I do not follow, but who apparently follows me, sent a Tweet to the effect, “Do you know how much time you’ve spent on Twitter today?’
Hmm..interesting question that is somewhat of a conundrum. You see, my job relies on social media. I spend a better portion of my day engaging with people via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Flickr, and several more media outlets ending in the letter “r.” It is what I do for a living. It is what I enjoy. However, this person’s comment started me down another one of my “Squirrel” paths; it is one that I have been traveling for nearly a week now. It got me thinking about “time” and what that really means.
There are volumes of phrases, anecdote’s and quotes written about time:
Time flies when you’re having fun
As time goes by
Pressed for time
Perhaps, another time
Timing is everything
By this time tomorrow
A stitch in time saves nine. (I still don’t know what the heck that means…)
Greenwich mean time (Is time really THAT bad that it’s considered mean?)
Time is money
It seems time means a lot to us. But, in my opinion (and you certainly don’t have to agree with me), time simply “Is.” It is not something we can do anything to – or about. It exists in spite of us. Whether we watch it, or we simply clock its passing, time is not a noun on which we can truly overlay effective adverbs or adjectives. It exists no matter what we do.
I prefer to choose what I do carefully and with consideration. Far be it from me to associate unnecessary verbiage with something as important as time. After all, time knows no boundaries – particularly in social media.
So have a good time reading this while I continue to do what I love to do.