Time of My Life

When I sit down and think of my day, its definitely in a linear fashion. I'm in the financial field; my work day is dictated by the opening and closing bells, an audible signal of the beginning and end of my work day. Because my days are so highly scheduled, racing from home to work and from work to make the train and from the train to class and back, it's hard for me to view my day as anything else. I could wax poetic about how a decision last summer has drastically transformed my everyday life today, but I would probably miss my train while my head is in the clouds.
At home, I work on something called "Michael Joseph" time. Michael is my 6 month old son. He tells us when we go to sleep, how long we sleep and when it's time to get up and play. One of the hardest things about parenting is your time is no longer yours. You play by someone else's rules. Looking at my twitter posts, I think it accurately reflects my state of mind and how I percieve time....slipping through my fingers, always trying to catch up and being pulled in a million different directions. Someone else posted something called "Twitter Time". I think these social networking sites have created their own timelines so that one could look back at their lives as an amalgum of their tweets and status updates.
Its interesting. When I look at my present day to day, as I said, it's in a linear fashion. But, when I look at my history, my life up until this point, it is in stellar time, where things blend into one another and the colors of my days blend to create the hues of my nights. I also feel like while my life feels so interconnected and cyclical, when I think of worldwide time and the time of our collective pasts, presents and futures, it does feel completely chaotic and random.