In the fall, I spend days, thinking about the issue when I wake up and the night sky is still casting an eery light through the window. The spring is no different. The body reacts in panic at the thought I have slept in. Yes, eventually, it becomes the norm and the mind set gets used to the change.
On this day of ‘fall back’ I look out the window, my body clock telling me it’s one time, and the day before me will be full of chores and projects. Then my mind clock kicks in and I feel like I have been robbed of an hour of this precious time.
“But, you get an extra hour of daylight at the end of the day.”
My reaction to this comment. I prefer to have my time in the morning, it’s when I like to work on writing and other projects. The end of the day for me, is just that, the end of the day.
I read a piece recently that made me smile. The temptation brought out the shy rebel that simmers deep within. In a nutshell, it suggested don’t change your clock like everyone else does. The result? You will be early or late for everything you do. In the end, the thought of being in a continual state of confusion was not pleasing to my mind. The shy rebel went back to sleep and the clocks, well, they get changed.
Does your part of the world participate in Daylight Saving Time? What do you think of changing the clocks back and forward? How does this ‘tradition’ of adjusting your clock by an hour affect you?
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