If you’ve read many of my posts you’ll be aware that time is a subject that I keep coming back to one way and another and may have deduced that it holds quite a fascination for me.
Today I keep thinking of one my Mum’s favourite sayings, ‘You’re never too busy for something you really want to do.’ Coupled with a more general saying, ‘If you want something done, find a busy person to do it,’ this gives a clue to what I call the elasticity of time.
In practice it works out like this: an elderly friend called the doctor’s surgery and was told there were no appointments available until the following week. She then got into a distressed fret not knowing what to do because he had told her it was important that she report back to him within a few days. The receptionist put the call through to the doctor who told her to come straight down and he saw her within half an hour of the call.
Now, it seems ridiculous that she should have been put through the worry and stress instead of being told straight away to just come along . But if the receptionist told everyone to come along in the hope of being fitted in between regular appointments she’d have half the town’s time wasters trying to fight their way into the waiting room.
So, just how elastic is time and where does the breaking point come?