I wrote about the perception of “time” a blog or so ago. It’s relationship to the period we roughneck types spend on the rig versus off the rig and how one timeframe drags and the other moves at the speed of light, or so it seems. The why of it all came to me, or at the least a line of thought that’s as good as any argument I can think of.
Kids look forward to things—Christmas, birthdays, driving, high school, first date, prom, baseball and football and basketball games, fishing, hunting, college, leaving home, marriage and kids. Childhood years drag from one event or milestone to the next.
Then life is life with jobs and school and taxiing our own kids to and from all the things. This time of life goes by in spurts, and then the kids aren’t kids anymore and they leave and have kids of their own and the cycle begins again.
Our time on the rig drags because we look forward to something cherished—family, or kids, or a vacation, or hunting or whatever. Our time off flies by like a night asleep because we don’t look forward to going back to the rig. It’s like looking forward to a root canal. Make sense? No? I know.
Well, I’m a month away from my 61st birthday. Time is going by so fast it’s unbelievable. I realized that it’s because I’m looking back. Whether with regret or with nostalgia, looking back speeds up time. If you drive a vehicle forward, looking back, you’ll hit something before you know it. I think life is the same way.
I’m going to start looking forward to my 90thbirthday.