I have been addicted to my watch ever since I first started regularly wearing one as a kid. I'm not run by the clock by any means -- I'm notoriously inconsistent when it comes to getting places on time -- but I feel naked without a watch on my wrist. I don't realize just how often I look at my wrist until there's nothing there.
So spending much of yesterday without a watch felt very strange indeed, but in a good way. Yesterday was a half work, half rest day. During the working hours it felt great to be driven not by a schedule, but by task-oriented goals. During the resting moments it was a relief to avoid constant "Only X more minutes..." reminders. Every time I looked at my wrist I saw only the long scar I got back in 9th grade when my friend Craig sliced me open with a mechanical pencil.
I definitely couldn't get along without a watch most days. But perhaps I should make watchless weekends a regular occurrence. That might make for a nice change of pace.
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I took my watch off this weekend to do yardwork and I can’t find it now. I wonder if it’s lost forever, composting with the leaves now.
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