This weekend was the dreaded “spring ahead” weekend in the US. The fateful day where we lose a precious hour of sleep and produces crankiness by the boat load. That has always been my reaction until this year.

Let me start by saying that I made no conscious effort or decision to change my attitude before the change took place. Sunday I woke up at 6 AM and just started going. I did the normal routine of feeding the cats, cleaning the litter, making coffee, getting a post out on the blog, and answering emails. After that I took a shower, went grocery shopping, came home did a major cleaning on the house and then made dinner. I sat down twice after my morning office routine. The rest of the day was go, go, go. To be honest I enjoyed it. The day passed quickly and I felt a sense of accomplishment when it was over. My chill time with the boys was even better for it. The purring was very loud last night. I went up to bed around 7 PM and slept until the alarm went off at 4 AM this morning.

Now this morning there was the thought “It’s really 3 in the morning”, but I stopped myself. How can any hour have a “real” time associated to it if we can change it twice a year? Or when we fly across country? I mean really when you look at it time is just something that we use so we can be late for stuff.

After that thought occurred to me and actually the whole thought process took longer and was way more involved. I actually had Buddhism, time travel and the desire to find out who came up with this whole idea in the first place involved, but that is besides the point. Anyway, after that whole thing it occurred to me that the loss of the mystical hour didn’t have to bother me. I could either fight it or just accept it and go on with my day. Today a smile, laughter and joy are in an hour and that can be whatever hour you would like.