Clock calibration
I have finally reached peak flow, and realize this as I skip downstairs to the bathroom. I better not learn the time. I inevitably do. I see a missed call from my mom at 2:37 pm, and notice it’s 7:16, not too late to call back. But, the reason I write this log, is that 7:16 didn’t register. It was like a local variable in context of the task of calling my mom. I didn’t realize 7:16 in the context of what I expect to do for the rest of the night, 4 hours until I typically crash. That came a minute later, at 7:17, that totalizing and neutralizing “end of today” feeling. But what if tonight is different? Nothing stops me from going until 3 AM. Without that possibility, I am tamed. The problem isn’t time, it’s in calibrating your presence based on anticipation, expectations, clocks.