As surely as the seasons change, we can be sure that one thing is for sure and seems to be forever.
Daylight savings time.
It happened last Sunday.
I am sure we are all aware of this and even now as we face the beginning of a new week, we are still recovering.
I am not a fan of the time change.
I have always had trouble with time management, to say the least, and putting in or taking out another hour of my day is most confusing.
Years ago, when I was, of course, way younger, I had it in my head that I could beat this time management thing and become the well organized, punctual, and productive person that I knew, without a doubt, lived inside of me.
To combat this issue, I decided to take a time management course to bring the well organized, punctual person living inside of me out for all the world to see.
The course progressed well, and I felt good about it. A little smug in fact. Not only was I organizing myself, I was getting my kids on a schedule that seemed to be working for us.
I remember it clearly, like it was yesterday, that day many years ago when the time change came into effect. I do not remember exactly what year it was, but I do remember I was quite cocky because of my newly acquired skill at managing time.
It was a Sunday and my three children and myself set off for church. I was pleased that, for once we would not be late and be forced to slink into the back pew like usual.
I was surprised when the church was full when we arrived. I was equally surprised when everyone smiled broadly at us when we walked in.
“I guess they just really like us,” I mused. “What a friendly church.”
I smiled back.
We sat down just in time to hear the minister say, “Go in peace.”
Since that time I have taken no more courses in time management and simply struggle to get along as best I can when daylight saving time descends again.
But I don’t like it.
As I said previously, I am not a fan.
Treena Mielke is a central Alberta writer. She lives in Sylvan Lake with her family.