It’s About Time
To paraphrase Einstein, when considering time, "It's all relative."
I moved to Aspen from Atlanta, a city consistently listed as having some of the worst traffic in the US. I lived in a very central area of town for this very reason. Why compound the traffic problem by living somewhere further out – or more congested? Yet still if I was going out, I would have to give myself at least an hour to get where I was going. Sometimes an hour an a half! It could sometimes take me an hour to navigate the 1.3 miles to the highway.
In Aspen, the time to get somewhere is more often measured by your walking speed. Six minutes to drive to the hospital is roughly a 40 minute walk from my house. Where it gets tricky is when I feel the need to "go back" to a more suburban type of lifestyle. One with a Target, Great Clips and a Bed Bath and Beyond. Or a full-size, fully-stocked supermarket. So sometimes I need to make a trek to Glenwood Springs, which I did yesterday.
It takes about an hour to make the drive. A relatively peaceful, minimal-traffic, spectacular-view drive. "An hour!" one part of me wails. "An hour? Only an hour?" another part exclaims.
Time is all relative.
One of my favorite books is called "The Yoga of Time Travel" by Fred Alan Wolf (above.) If you've seen the movie, "What The Bleep?" you might remember him – the guy with the crazy Einstein hair in front of the Opera House in San Francisco. Wikipedia calls him, "an American theoretical physicist specializing in quantum physics and the relationship between physics andconsciousness." Yep. Smart guy.
To summarize one of my learnings from this book is that there are ways to "speed up" time, and ways to slow it down.
As Don Henley and the Eagles suggest… just make sure it's not "Wasted Time."