I am looking for something I just can’t seem to find. It keeps eluding me.
I am looking for 30 minutes.
It seems that no matter what I do, I can’t quite finish completely. “If only I had another 30 minutes,” I wail internally. I could finish reading the newspaper, I could call a friend for a good visit, I could finish drying and folding this load of clothes, I could get a bit more needed sleep, I could file all those papers, I could cook dinner – I could write more.
But seriously, where are they?
I know we all have the same amount of time each day, and the difference is how we choose to spend it. I know some people (like me) have an illusional (delusional?) sense of all they can accomplish and no sense of how long tasks take to complete. I know we tend to dwell on what remains to be done instead of celebrating what has been done.
But where are those 30 minutes? Have you seen them?
Truth is, if I had another 30 minutes given to me each day, I would just want more. I would always be lingering in the present, giving a little bit more than needed to the current activity, and wanting things to be just a bit more perfect. It’s really not a time thing, but rather a personality thing.
Yet I’m still amazed when someone says, “I couldn’t think of anything to do.” Next time I hear that, I’ll say, “Find those 30 minutes for me, would you?”