2020 has me thinking about how we experience time
Time ignores our every attempt to harness it.
Most people seem glad for 2020 to end. The isolation, political anxiety, and constant guessing of who around us may have COVID-19 have all taken a toll. Our friends at the International Earth Rotation and Reference Systems Service are doing their part to get 2020 over and done with. There was a possibility that the world’s atomic clocks would add one second of time to the end of this year—something that happens every few years—but scientists at IERS have delayed that adjustment until at least June 2021. I’d like to think that a desire not to prolong the pandemic was behind the postponement. But the greater truth is that, while the moon’s gravitational forces continue to put the brakes on the planet’s speed of rotation, Earth will have to slow down a bit more before it makes sense to add another second of time.
At the turn of every new year, I think of how baffling our experience with time is. Time never seems to serve us; it always seems to be the other way around. Not exactly the way prisoners “serve time,” locked into the sameness of days. The rest of us simply tend to think there’s a way to manage time, yet we discover that time ignores our every attempt to harness it. We can yank batteries out of a clock, I suppose. But that just pushes us further into the debt of time that just keeps moving relentlessly forward.
The pandemic has created a few bright spots with respect to our use of time. For years, I’ve been observing our American love affair with busyness. A jam-packed life has acquired certain social status. We’ve linked busyness to personal importance. But this year, limited travel, expanded opportunities for working remotely, and more than enough social isolation have stripped a “busier than thou” attitude from a lot of people. Already by the end of the first month of the pandemic, outscheduling one’s neighbor ceased to be a competitive sport.
