I guess we are thinking about what amount of time we are dealing with here.
An hour? Maybe get some washing done, get the hoover out, catch up on old work.
An afternoon? Catch up with a friend, clean out an over-flowing cupboard, tick some chores off your ever-growing list.
A day?
Wow, a day.
A whole day?
In my mind, the limits are endless. So much could happen if I had a whole day. I would disappear to immerse myself in another city, pamper myself past the point of complete self-indulgence, spend time getting fit, creating wonderful meals and making things in front of my sewing machine. Volunteering. Planning my life. Writing my novel. Planting up the garden.
Or would I?
Would I use the time wisely, or would I find other ways to lose it?
So easy to become consumed in someone else's drama, someone else's nuances, someone else's dilemmas. The time disappears in a friend's conversation about work, a neighbour's well-meaning chit chat, a check-up at the dentist.
Is time ever really our own or do we always owe time to other things? How easy is it to let go of what you should be doing and go with what you want to do?
How much of what you want to do is considered time-sapping worthlessness?
Is anything worthless if you enjoy and involve yourself in it?
Ah, the conundrums of life.
Muse on that for a spell, if you will...
...watch your time though!
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