or: Why losing track of time can be fantastic

It’s been one of those weeks where I lost track of what day it was.

That’s usually a sign of being very busy or doing something that I enjoy. 

The actual day name itself doesn’t matter so much to me at the moment as I’m at the dive centre for most of them anyway so there is no real weekend as such.

I only need to remember when it is Sunday so I write my blog.

Earlier this week, I was pleased to find out that I would be able to dive in a group rather than lead a dive. I enjoy leading dives however it doesn’t give me the opportunity to practice underwater photography and I need a lot of practice to improve! 

To take my camera and lead a dive at my current level of photographic ability, doesn’t give me enough time to pay attention to what I’m trying to take a picture of (adjust the light, focus, experiment a bit to get it exactly right) as well as look after my group (or have them wait for me while I finish) and point out things of interest to them.

This means I need to do one or the other.

It is not often that I have the opportunity for photography.

Until this week.

As I was putting on my wetsuit, one of our regular divers came in. 

I was extra excited to see her as I wasn’t expecting her at all.

She enjoys underwater photography too and we had hoped, for quite a few months now, to be able to dive together, go slowly and take photos.

Today was now the day.

The thing is, if I’d realised what day it was, I would have known she was coming, still been happy to see her and the opportunity that we were going to have to dive together though I’m not sure I would have been quite as excited.

And this is one of the reasons why losing track of the time isn’t always a bad thing!

 

Thanks to Pink Floyd for the title to this post.