Make Time To Live
We don’t decide how fast or slow the clock is ticking.
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We are all
constantly thinking about
time
and how to use it,
or how to get the most from it.
We measure time in productivity
which is incorrect
but it's too late to
change that for the world.
We can possibly change it for ourselves.
I was recently asked
what I think
the best use of
my time is.
I answered,
"When I
enjoy it,"
Appreciate it.
Romanticize it.
We are alive.
But for how long?
We don't decide how
fast or slow
the clock is ticking.
There are certain things
we must do
and they're not always things
that are enjoyable.
Find the people who make the
most mundane experiences and tasks
feel like
pure delight.
Be with them.
But more importantly
be one of those people
for yourself.
Enjoy your own company at least as much as you
enjoy anyone else's,
if not more.
Make your time
whatever you want it to be.
Know your joys.
They don't have to be grandiose
or expensive.
Mine are so tiny.
I sprinkle them
like pixie dust into everything I do.
I have a pink mug with my initial on it,
a smooth magenta blanket on my bed
surrounded by a sea of rosy velvet and fluff.
It makes me feel like a movie star
whenever I simply sip
coffee from my cozy covers.
I sip
and I write
and I look out the window to appreciate the view.
The coffee is just coffee
or it is the perfect cup of steamy serenity
to invigorate the sleeping spirit within me.
My writing is just my writing
or it is my soul bleeding out of me
in the brightest crimson and violet dyes on mounted silk canvas.
The view is just a view,
or it is the radiant marigold sun and spotless sky
blended with the everlasting meadow
making everything
that isn't joy
seem minuscule.
Set the scene for yourself
as if you are the
main character
because you are.
It's your life.
It's your time
to use.
Define comfort
and bring it to life
in your space.
What does that look like?
Maybe it's order.
Shelves,
alphabetized and
color-coded
files,
tabs in binders,
notebooks.
Pristine,
pointed pencils
all in a line
next to your To-Do List,
signed, dated, and checked.
Maybe it's chaos.
Open books,
wavering pages,
magazine clippings,
strewn across the floor.
Snapshots of friends,
sketches,
crafts,
plastered on the walls
where you've carved your initials
and wildest dreams.
Love your environment.
We live in a world that
requires us to
work for hours.
If…
