Hello, reader. How are you doing? Excited about your weekend? Oh good, me too.
Time is a tricky git, and it seems to speed up and slow down according to its own capricious will. We have all fallen victim to this phenomenon: the last half hour at work on Friday feels like an eternity, but Netflix can take up an entire evening in what feels like seconds.
Some stuff just takes flipping ages for no good reason. For example, going to bed. In theory we should get tired, get into bed and fall asleep. In practice, going to bed takes a lot of work: getting clothes ready for the next day, brushing your teeth, changing into pjs, taking make-up off, locking up the house, switching everything off, getting into bed, replying to the texts you forgot about earlier, swearing and getting back out of bed because you’ve left your phone charger in a different room, grumbling about your phone and demanding to know why it doesn’t know how to use less battery power if it’s so bloody smart, getting back into bed, setting your alarm for the next day and then not being able to fall asleep for ages because you’re sure you’ve forgotten about something.
The same sort of thing occurs when we are waiting for something good to happen in life: we feel that we have jumped through all manner of hoop-type obstacles and worked hard for a good end result. This is particularly true when we are waiting for our degree results, or to hear back about a job. We’ve done everything we were supposed to, so why are we waiting? What is taking so flipping long?
When I left university and was a bit depressed about having no career to speak of as yet, and the months seemed to be dragging by with no hope of progress, my beloved friend Mario very wisely told me not to get bogged down by the situation. His reasoning went thusly: first of all, pretty much everyone we knew was in the same position. Secondly, when we look back on our post-graduation years as elderly folk, they will seem like a tiny part of our lives. What dragged on and depressed us as twenty-somethings will seem like a momentary blip of time when we are older.
Ah, you are thinking that that’s all very well and good, but we’re not old yet, are we? Some of us are still in that nasty post-uni slump. I agree. Unfortunately, at this point I have to recommend something that I would find incredibly difficult to do myself: we must be patient. Being patient is the most irritating thing in the world, because it is a passive, boring and frustrating state that forces us to relinquish control over a situation. I completely get that. Unfortunately, there isn’t much of an alternative.
When we are waiting, we must be patient, and when things are going well, we must enjoy them. No matter how long it actually takes us to get ready for bed, we do eventually get to sleep. No matter how long it takes your friend to get ready, you will eventually leave the house and go clubbing. No matter how long it takes to load, you will at some point get to watch that amusing YouTube video. There’s a logical ending to all the ridiculous faffing. Even when it feels like you’re just doing the same things day after day, or that nothing you do is making any difference to your success, have faith that you are always moving closer to your goal. The passing of time, even when it’s infuriating, is a kind of progress in itself.
Have a magical Friday.