Last Friday I thought it was Saturday, and then Saturday I thought it was Sunday. When Sunday finally rolled around, I felt that I was playing hooky from work because it was a beautiful day and I opted to spend it soaking up all the sunshiny rays I could whilst enjoying a delicious caesar or two on the Miijidaa patio with a friend.
With this in mind, it’ll probably come as no surprise if I were to tell you that today I found myself just as temporally discombobulated. What might come as a surprise to you is just how much my temporal discombobulation came to me. You see, in addition to the temporal confusion of the weekend, today I finally realized it was April 23rd.
I know that might read as a rather underwhelming realization, but it blew my mind.
For whatever reason, and despite the fact that I look at my calendar almost religiously, my mind has had me convinced that May is more than only seven days away. In my mind, I would have sworn I had at least two weeks to go before April gives way to May.
Why does this matter? Well, I may or may not have assumed that I had two weeks to fully plan a panel discussion on inclusivity in the classroom at the upcoming Teaching and Learning Innovations Conference at the University of Guelph. It also matters because I realized today that the panel is scheduled to begin fifteen minutes after I take off in a shiny metal lawn dart to Vancouver for a week of meetings. I’d like to say that this is the first time I’ve screwed up my schedule like this, but then I’d have to ignore that time last year when I had myself booked to present at four different conferences in three different cities between April 29th and May 2nd.
Fortunately, I have a rock star of a friend and colleague who has helped this poor temporally discombobulated soul out, and things are back on track and ready to go for next week – when it will be mostly May (although still partially April).
Time is hard.