The timer is set for 15 minutes.  Write for at least 15 minutes every day.  Brief Daily Writing Session.  That’s what the teacher said.  That’s what she called it.

So, here I am. I am thinking about time this morning as I gaze down at the small tablet screen.  My fingers pecking away at the tiny keyboard.  Wondering how it could possibly be 10:00 a.m.  I got up a little after 8:00.  I slept until I felt like getting up.  After getting up I wrote out my to-do list for today, tomorrow, and Sunday.  I do so much better when I have a plan.  In writing.  Otherwise I can float around in the abyss of wide open time and space then wonder where the day went.  Feeling bad for not getting more done.  For not being more productive.

So were did the morning go?  This is what I’ve done…. After waking up, I thought about my dreams, about my mother, who was in my dreams.  I wrote my agenda x 3.  Went to the bathroom several times, used Nasopure to flush out my sinuses, blew my nose multiple times to coincide with the nasal rinses, checked texts and e-mail, responded to a text, sent a text, made my bed, opened all of the shades in the house, let the cat out, let the cat in, drank water, filled up the humidifier and got it running, wrote a client appointment down on the calendar, thought about the people I need to respond to, plugged in my tablet and phone, set meditation timer, meditated, cried and went down different paths during the 30 min meditation,  went to the bathroom again, now I am writing.  Well.  I guess I have done a lot!

Time is a strange thing.  A topic I wish to research more.  Even though time is relevant and experienced in the body/mind differently by each individual and the collective, it is a real thing in relation to the turning of the earth, the sun and moon, life and death.  The tides and seasons.  Day and night.  I put a lot of value into what I do each and every day.  It is important to me not to just waste my life away with frivolous things but I also give myself the permission to do some nothing on occasion.

My back hurts from sitting up on my cushion.  I need to add more back strengthening exercises to my routine.  I will be teaching a strength building class soon.  I thought it would be a regular new gig until the gym manager told me I was just subbing until they could get a high intensity class going.  That is not my thing.  I was bummed and felt as though he thought my class was second rate at first.  Then I remembered my new practice of changing the perspective from disappointed or a set-back to – this means there will be another opportunity somewhere else coming up that will be a better fit, ie more money and cleaner, healthier environment.

My timer is going off.  Time to wrap up the post!

Let me know what your thoughts on time are in the comments below.