I’m sure you’re going to see a lot of posts about the ridiculousness that is daylight savings this week. I mean, really. Yes, let’s move all of the clocks back an hour for the ostensible purpose that it will no longer be uber dark when we get up. For like, two weeks.
Okay, yes, there is a historical reason for daylight savings. But I fear that historical reason has long since become obsolete. It was to do with harvests and time periods when the electric lights and technology we have today was either nonexistent or inefficient.
But we live in an entirely different world. We have phones that wake us up. We have lights to turn on and off whenever we choose. Heaters. Air conditioners. And yet we are still participating in daylight savings. The result is that I am jet lagged, confused about what time it is meant to be, and my work day yesterday was about as inefficient as I could get. That sort of inefficiency really knocks me flat and can set the tone for the entire week. I am trying not to let that happen. I am doing my best to work methodically through my to-do list and celebrating every task completed. I am trying to focus on the fun aspects of my job, like writing mad characters who descend from sanity. Somewhere in the back of my mind, though, things still feel off.
Part of it is not getting a great night’s sleep since the time change. Part of it is the feeling that I need to eat an hour earlier than I normally do, thus messing up the rest of my schedule. And part of it is indefinable.
I’ll get over it. You’ll get over it. But for those first few days of a few month period, things just feel wrong. And then we have to do it again in March.