I am currently enamored with Time. I have spent so much of my life fighting it, so it is an odd space in which to live.
I first remember the noose of Time…… you know what? Let’s skip the trip down memory lane.
No.
No, I don’t need Time. I am alive, which means that I have Time.
I am delighted and honored to have learned a trick or two (see Three-in-One) about how to allow myself the opportunity to make the most of the Time that is currently available to me. I also have gone on a Time diet.
Yep, you read that right – a Time diet. The same way that some folks count calories or mark their steps for the day, I take the Time to consider whether I am spending my Time in the way that best serves my overall goal(s).
If I say that I want to be a writer, how much of my Time is spent writing? If I say I want to be fit, how much Time am I allocating to seeing to that goal? If I say I care about making my life count, how much of my Time is spent sitting in front of the television? In other words, am I spending my Time in accordance with the way that I am likely to be proud of when I close my eyes for the last time?
Honestly, it is amazing how having a parent pass away has the potential to light a fire under your ass. I watched my dad hope and dream and wish for things in his life to be different and then (not to speak ill of the dead, but) not put his Time where his mouth was. I don’t want to live like that. If nothing else, I want desperately to be able to say that I tried.
This actually does not mean that I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I have also realized that I am not the kind of person who needs to be running “balls to the walls.” I want to live my life with ease and purpose. I am happy to work hard for the things I want. I am happy to put in the Time. I just don’t want to be harried when I don’t have to be (also, it’s hard to create when you are harried).
So, no, I don’t need more Time. I just need to keep spending the bit that I have with thought and care, and continue to be grateful that the next Moment arrives when it does.
Eating My Way Through It 