Last night I wrote on my Facebook page; “I’m not ready for daylight savings time. It’s too early in March. The thought is adding to my depression. Leave nature alone.”
Now, it’s 5:16, the next afternoon and I have time to write this and then go outside to sit and read for an hour. Hey, I’m liking this daylight savings change.
Speaking of change, a couple of hours ago I told my husband I needed to change the clocks. He said, “Why? Just leave them like they are and you won’t have to change them back again.”
What’s scary is that for an hour, I thought this made sense. Then I wished I was a quick thinker and had said to him, “Seriously? We don’t change back for 8 months. I know time flies when you’re older, but that’s a huge chunk of a year, not chump change.”
As usual, my curiosity sent me to Wikipedia to learn more about daylight time. I learned: The modern idea of daylight saving was first proposed in 1895 by George Vernon Hudson  and it was first implemented during the First World War. Many countries have used it at various times since then. Although most of the United States used DST throughout the 1950s and 1960s, DST use expanded following the 1970s energy crisis and has generally remained in use in North America and Europe since that time.
So, that’s the facts. But what I really was reacting to last night was the feeling—the feeling that time is going too fast. I wanted to put the brakes on. I really wanted to put time in a savings account. Like I could.