Enough Time

I lost my focus today and for a while, felt like I was wrestling with time – and we know who always wins that match.  I woke early, went to the grocery store before the crowds descended, and then planned to go to a kickboxing class at the gym.  But by the time I got home to drop the groceries and change, it was only 20 minutes until the class began.  While tying my second sneaker, I decided rather than rush like mad, I would not go. I was disappointed and felt like I just don’t have enough time. I have so much I have to do and so much else I want to do, and like most Americans, two days off to do it in. Good thing I like my job – and of course the theme these days is – ‘you’re lucky to have one’ and I absolutely feel that – but also dream about having more of that 40 hours a week to myself.

But here I am bitching about not enough time – and yet, who knows how many years, months, moments we have anyway? When it comes down to it – all I really have is time so why am I feeling sorry for myself?  What I can do, is a better job of paying attention to each minute. Mindfully wash those dishes, fold those clothes and make that soup or just screw the housecleaning, hug my kid, climb back into bed with my man and remember how lucky I really am.

Oh – a postscript: that exercise class I was trying to rush off to started at 7:30 so I would have missed it anyway.