I was thinking about time today.
For some reason about 6 weeks ago I stopped wearing a watch. I've worn a watch for years and I own several. But, for whatever reason, I stopped wearing one. Just unconsciously stopped.
Without a watch I find I no longer struggle with time. It took a a little while to adjust to not having time on my wrist. I find that really there are enough clocks in my life - iPhone, car, the little one on the mantel, the one on the stove...
I have come to peace with the idea that there is time and space for everything I want to do. And you know what?