What Time?

When it comes to planning there are two kinds of people: The "What-timers" and the "Wheneverists." At some point I migrated from the former to the latter group. This realization came when I analyzed my annoyance with the repetition of the question, "What time?" Most often, my answer is simply, "I don't know yet," or maybe a guess, "...around this time-ish." Most of the time I'm good with that. I have to be.

True, there are times when time is vitally important. Like, for example, when trying to squeeze in one more beer at Irish Village in the Dubai airport before your flight to Kuwait, or when dealing with Americans. We Americans have got to know what time. It's the knee-jerk response to any invitation. In Kuwait, and in many other countries I suspect, time is as inconsequential as the weather. It comes, it goes, it doesn't matter what you have planned.

Take this spring/summer for example: My flight leaves Kuwait on April 24th at 8:15am. Doug does not have his ticket yet. We are planning to be in Beaumont, TX on June 6th and in St. Cloud, MN on June 13th. Everything before, after, and in between is a big question mark. Along with all the other details in life.

Where are we going to live? In either a house, condo or apartment; somewhere in Chandler, or Mesa, or Gilbert, AZ.
When will we get there? Sometime in July, mid-August at the latest. School starts sometime in August and we should be there for that.
When are you going here?
When are you going to make it there?
When will you stay with us?
When will you see them?

The answer is: I don't know. Even if I did know, it would probably change before the actual when actually happens. I know it's hard for all you What-timers, but try to relax... not knowing is fun. Not needing to know is even more fun.

Becoming a Wheneverist is sort of like becoming a nudist; only less embarrassing for your friends and neighbors. Sure, you may need to carry a towel to sit on and have your cats declawed, and, sure, you might irritate less liberated individuals, but you don't give a damn. Cares to the wind, quite literally.

In truth, I'm just guessing - I've never tried nudism, but Wheneverism is quite nice.

That's yoga, Baby. Flexibility of the mind.