I’ve been contemplating time as an affective phenomenon. Namely, how I experience myself always in reference to a specific time in the day or week or month or season.
On a daily level on a weekday, I experience myself affectively as before work, during work, after work, before bed. Each of these phases have feeling associated with them. Before work, resentful about going to work, anxious about whether everything will go well. During work, some days I’m engaged in my work or other times I want to escape. I’d say the general vibe is that I want to be some place else. After work I’m relieved, but also tense about having so little time left in the day (I must use it well). And before bed there’s the sombre mood of having to get up and do it all over again.
On a weekly level, there’s that dreaded feeling I get on Sunday evening, and the Monday blues. On the flip side, there’s the excitement of a Friday and on the weekend everything is great.
I guess as I write this, I am realizing that it’s not so much time and “I” specifically, but how “work” demarcates and slices up time for me.
As I was contemplating this in the morning, I was thinking, “hey, but you’re just here at any moment in time in any place, all the weekday and weekend stuff is made up.”
And the more I can feel good, the less I care about which slice of time I’m currently in. And also which place I’m currently in.