My Watch

I’ve stopped wearing a watch. 

Let me tell you, it’s been the best thing ever!

I’ve always worn a watch, even when it was completely out of place. 

My watch could be dead, but I just had to have the timepiece on my wrist. It was a security blanket of sorts. Something to keep me grounded. 

I never took it off. Not for anything. It wasn’t anything fancy, not a smart watch, it just kept up with the seconds ticking by. 

Oh, but not too loudly. I cannot stand to hear the tick, tock. I’m a little like Peter Pan’s Captain Hook in that regard. The constant tick, tick makes me crazy. I have been known to get up in the middle of the night and put a clock or watch outside so I wouldn’t hear it. I cannot stand the rhythmic sound…

I digress; I’m sorry. 

A week ago, I took it off. 

I was feeling confined…like imprisoned. 

Not really thinking about how I was tethered to “time”, but that I was bound by the constant pressure physically around my wrist. 

I can’t explain the weight that was lifted when I removed the watch. 

It’s like freedom found me…

And maybe it is because I’m not bound by “time”, not waiting on the seconds to pass by without my acknowledgment.  

Did it take some getting used to? Of course. 

Do I miss it? Not really. 

Will I wear it again? Maybe, but not right now. 

It’s funny how something so little, so insignificant, can have such a profound impact.