At my dad’s retirement home there is an elevator. Once you step in, the door waits 10 seconds before it closes. somedays that 10 seconds feels like an anxious eternity. Other days it is a quiet vacation from the hectic world. I always find it is interesting how time is relative to your state of mind. Most of the residence push the ‘close door’ button immediately unwilling to wait for the doors to close on their own. I always wonder why. Is it because they are anxious to get back to their rooms? Is it the seemingly natural impatience that I have noticed comes with age … or at least for my dad? Or is it that time has become precious and waiting for an elevator door is not how they want to spend any of the 10 second timeframes they have left on this earth?
I like to wait for the door to close on its own. I like to notice my own state during that time. Where does my head go? I take the time to examine my own state of anxiety or calm. I find it helpful. Where am I? Not physically, although it is a good reminder of that. Where am I emotionally? How connected am I to my surroundings and the people there? And what has transpired since I was last waiting in the elevator for the door to close?
Life is always about time and place. Take time in what ever place you find yourself. You will see that the next time you find yourself in that exact place, it will be like the time between visits has disappeared.