Several days ago I returned from a week long journey to Spain for the Camino de Finisterre. I was only gone one week, but it seemed as if when I returned it was to a different season. Autumn has have arrived in Paris. Streets are full again, all are back from vacances. The air is cooler, people are wearing leather or puffy coats, boots. This may be a bit extreme. The weather is bordering on 60s-70s Fahrenheit (16 to 20 degrees Celsius), it appears that people are eager to allow their fall attire to emerge. But it seems that people not only want to display their new wardrobe but they also want to exhibit their new found motivation.
It’s mid September, now people access new found energy for productivity. Perhaps this is because there are only several months remaining in the year to ensure they hit their annual goals. Or now that vacation has passed, they can fire up another aspect of themselves. The get s$it done version. I am not simply noticing this in others, I am observing this in myself.
During the hot summer months, we seem to feel as if time expands. Sunlight is plentiful, our days are actually longer. We take time for granted because there is an abundance of it, but when September hits things shift. It’s harvest season, and not only do farmers harvest their crops, but we attempt to harvest time. This has now become difficult to grasp.
Time is elusive. There is a finality to what the year has in store, and knowing this we begin to question what do we want to do with this time left. What do you want to do with the remaining 100 days?
“Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back. “-Harvey Mackay
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