The other morning I found myself thinking about time. Everyday, I tell myself there’s not enough time. Not enough time to read, not enough time to write, not enough time to think.
Not enough time to create the life I truly want to live.
Not enough time to be happy.
It was one of those surreal moments where time seemed to stretch out endlessly before me, yet also seemed to be passing by more quickly than I could register. I began to wonder how much time I really do have, how much goes to waste as I sit around complaining about there’s only 24 hours in a day.
So, I challenged myself to get something written before I went to work.
The paragraphs that follow are copied verbatim from that exercise. It’s amazing what you can accomplish in just 15 minutes.
That’s all I the time I have before I must hop in my car and drive myself to a job I feel is slowly killing me.
It’s not the job itself, it’s what the job represents. I have failed, my ship has sailed, and I missed the damn boat.
10 minutes left.
It’s not enough time for anything. This is what I tell myself each morning as I sit on my couch, dreading the day that stretches out before me.
But look here, I’ve managed to put several words down in the last 7 minutes. How did I run down the clock?
I awoke at 4:45.
I spent 5 minutes trying not to drift off to sleep again. 10 minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth and hair, put on deodorant, and take my meds.
At 5 o’clock I opened a Mountain Dew. Caffeine is my savior, too bad I hate coffee.
For 30 minutes I sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through Facebook before I started my car to avoid freezing to death on my 4 minute drive.
I came inside and picked up my pen.
5 minutes left.
What if I had used those 30 minutes as productively as I’ve used the last 10? What if I never wasted a moment?
What if I just did what needs to be done without all the fuss?
Maybe I wouldn’t feel so stuck. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so let down, so pressured, so stressed.
Maybe I wouldn’t watch the clock, or helplessly cry, “There’s not enough time!”
Maybe I’d get to the place where I don’t need this job.
1 minute left.
I will not look to this day with dread.
I will make the most of my time. I will live and love and work and play and smile.
Time to go.
A new life starts now.