I had a beautiful weekend – one of the best I can remember in a long time. Not because I didn’t have to work. And not because I didn’t have to do school. But because I did things without wondering… “If I’m spending two hours here, that means I only have six hours there, with three hours left over…”
As someone very close to me so eloquently put it, for the first time in a long time I didn’t measure my minutes.
In today’s fast-paced world, we are constantly juggling multiple tasks and competing demands for our attention. It sometimes seems impossible not to consider what we’re giving up in order to accomplish something else. For example: If I spend two hours at the theatre, and I need to spend one hour working, 45 minutes running, an hour for supper, and 30 minutes to check email, what do those two hours spent in the theatre mean to me? They might mean no run. They might mean a rushed supper. But either way, those minutes spent in the theatre are measured up and dished out against the rest of the time I have, and if they are spent in one way I need to consider and remember that I can’t spend them somewhere else.
But what if we could spend our time just doing? What if we could choose to spend two hours at the theatre, and then enjoy those two hours without worrying what we had sacrificed in their place? After all, there are plenty of other things that we need to measure on a regular basis, like height and weight, tablespoons and teaspoons, or even financial risks and returns.
So let’s not add time to that list.
Don’t measure your minutes. Just enjoy them, instead.