I am an ex-project manager and the rule for project management is that the left hand date always moves right, but the right hand date never shifts. According to some physicists, time does not exist and our recognition of it is just an artifice created by humans. I've been on the road now for 4.5 months, having left Canberra on Sep 14 2020 for what was intended to be a one month trip through western New South Wales. It was to be approximately 2,000km long. Well, 15,000km and 4.5 months later, I have found the concept of time to be extremely elastic. At one stage I had four timekeepers in the car and ALL of them were wrong, in the hour, the minute, the day of the week and indeed even the month. Did it matter? Not in the slightest. I continued my travels, meeting people and getting to places I have never been before. I found that the actual time/date didn't matter. What mattered was how long I spent appreciating what I was seeing. Tomorrow, all being well, I will arrive "home". I will admit to looking forward to reacquainting myself with an innerspring mattress, but I am also looking forward to my next trip and the new people and places I will be introduced to. And time? Well, I already know how elastic that can be.
