It’s rarely gifted, time. If you want some for yourself, you usually have to claim it. ‘Give me time‘ is usually a plea, a desperate cry. I’m sat at the airport departure lounge, drinking coffee, whilst next to me three people chat: all young, each from a different country, talking about why they are travelling: to ‘get away‘, to recover, to think.
We need time for reflection, time to relax, time to invest in purposeless hobbies and purposeful competitions. We want time for sport, for cooking, for gardening and lying by the sea with a good book.
But so often time is outside our control, particularly when technology has got so good at demanding it from us and invading it.
So maybe reflect on where you time goes, and what you’d do if you could take it back again.
On which note, i’ll be on holiday next week, so the blog will return when that time ends and the next chapter begins.