Along with this addiction is the constant fretting about how fast time goes. I always feel that there aren’t enough hours in the day and I am always running behind. But then something funny happened.
I absentmindedly left my watch on when I hopped in the shower about a week and a half ago. I realized immediately and took my watch off. My main annoyance was that I would have to wait for the strap to dry off. Then, while it was sitting on my dresser, I picked it up and the back fell off, along with the battery.
I don’t have multiple watches so that was it until I could find the time (ha ha) to fix it. I had my cell phone; I could be one of those people who pull out their phones to check the time instead of checking my wrist. And that is what I have been doing ever since. But I haven’t been doing that very often. I find that I am checking the time far less often than I used too, but I am also less stressed about it.
Sometimes I just can’t be bothered to pull out my cell phone to check, and so I don’t. Now isn’t that funny? If I had tried to be less obsessed about time, I don’t think it would have worked. This just evolved.
Will I still get my watch fixed? Probably. I don’t always have a pocket to store my cell phone for easy access and I really do like to wear a watch. Hopefully, though, I still won’t worry as much about whether time flies.