I’ve been thinking about time lately. It all started with an article I read over the weekend about leisure time. The point of the article was that most American women have, on average, thirty hours of leisure time a week.
Thirty hours? Seems like a lot, doesn’t it? Well, it seems like a lot more than I feel like I have.
And there’s the point, the guy who came up with this theory asserted that we have way more leisure time than we think simply because of our perception of how we spend our time.
Sometimes, I get frustrated over time. Time I spend doing things when I’d rather be doing other things. Time that I feel like slips away some days over mundane tasks. Time spent cleaning, cooking, washing, schooling, driving….on and on it goes.
And then I remember that I didn’t get the laundry done because we got engrossed in a school project.
The kitchen didn’t get swept because I snuck away with some girl friends for a long trail run. That endless list of to-do’s waits because I’m spending my time doing other things. Important things. Sometimes I wouldn’t consider all of it leisure time, but it’s time well spent because it’s time spent living.
I’m reminded to make the most of the time I’ve got, to be fully in the moment-all day long.
It slips by so quickly, doesn’t it?
Be very careful then, how you live-not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity. Ephesians 5:15