Getting ahold of time – slippery, slippery time

Lately, I’ve been thinking about time. Such a precious commodity, always slipping through our fingers.

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And yet – no matter how many times we remind ourselves of this hard, unbreakable truth – making the most of our time can be tall order. At least for me.

It’s true that as a mother of two tiny boys, I don’t exactly have copious amounts of free time. However, I do have some time. (Of course I do – I’m here writing these words right now!) But too often, I slump onto the couch at the end of the day and watch a show. Because you wanna know what? I love shows. And I’m bagged at the end of the day.

But then I wake up the next day and complain about how I’m not writing or exercising or showering enough.

Why is it so hard to turn your hours toward the things you know will fulfill you in exchange for things that don’t?

A classmate of mine from my MFA program passed away recently. He was 47. In those years following the MFA, he worked really hard to build a life around the things that mattered to him – writing, mindfulness, tea, his community.

“Over the course of two decades, through his teaching and his writing, as well as through his passions for tea, Buddhism, and sports, he built around him and became an integral part of a diverse and colorful community of peers, colleagues, students and their families. He cared deeply about the well-being of all, and he thrived in making and maintaining long-lasting connections with the people whom he loved, and who loved him, so much. In truth, he is not only survived by his immediate family, but also by the many people that he cared so much about.”

I’m holding these sentences about Chris close to my heart. I’m remembering having tea with him and two of my other classmates after the program in his apartment – how generous, gentle and willing to be vulnerable he was.

I’m reading The Artist’s Way and in it she asks you to write 20 activities you enjoy doing and write the date you last did the thing beside it. “Don’t be surprised if it’s been years for some of your favorites,” she writes. “Look for windows of time just for you, and use them in small creative acts.”

Life is so dang short. So I’m thinking about those little creative acts. However small. One little step in the right direction.

Like the late, great Gord Downie said, “No dress rehearsal, this is our life.”