A lot of people struggle with
this. Especially as they get older. There’s so much pressure to use your time
in a useful manner. But really, why is that so important? And who determines
what is useful? Sometimes, the most enjoyable moments in my week are the
moments that I am doing nothing useful at all.
One week, while I was in
India this last year, I was spending some time at a farm, doing horse therapy
and whatnot. I was being very useful, either teaching people to do horse
therapy, or typing out instructions for what to do with it when I was gone, and
explanations of why horse therapy works. I did a ton of research, and editing
that research down so that the dozens of pages I sorted through were in a
packet that was actually feasible for people to read.
Anyway, all of that to say
that I was busy being useful a lot of the time there. I frequently had a movie or
audiobook playing while I was typing, but was just sort of half paying
attention to it. One night, however, Marius wasn’t feeling so good, and he
really wanted to cuddle. So I stopped the stuff I was working on, put a movie
on, and laid in bed, cuddling with Marius. We snuggled like that for the entire
movie. I didn’t do anything useful, not even any sewing or knitting. Just
cuddled with my little boy and enjoyed the movie. Sometimes I look at the way I
have spent my evening or my day or whatever, and I am annoyed with myself. I
know that I should have done something else, and I’m irritated about that. But
this wasn’t one of those times. I loved the time with Marius, and even now, I
am glad that I did that. I was wasting time, but I do not look at it as time
wasted.  |
| Snuggling with my sick little boy. He's so fat now compared to this photo :~) |
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