There are 24 hours in a day. 12 hours are spent on sleep, meals, getting ready, traffic, routine… the nitty-gritty. And then there’s work, which consumes pretty much the rest – 8 hours spent listening to meetings, going from one place to the next, clacking away in front of a laptop. Sometimes (most times in fact), work stretches to 10 hours.
Which leaves to 2 hours. 2 hours for YOU.
Or is it really just for you?
There are house matters to take care of. Bills. That leak in the sink that needs to be fixed ASAP. Some of you may have homework to help finish with your kids. A baby that needs a new diaper.
In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you realize that there are things you need to do and things you want to do… and somehow there is never any time to do the latter.
Things like hitting the golf course, playing tennis, fishing, exploring Montana with the Mrs., reading a book – not to learn so much as to enjoy the play of words. Having a phone conversation with my son, Koby Bernard. Playing chess with nobody but myself, simply because I want to relish the silence being punctuated by the tap of the chess piece on the wooden board.
The irony is that we delay these simple pleasures to earn money. And we earn money to secure a better future and enjoy the finer things in life.
But when is it time to start the “enjoying” part? Now that the flush of youth has left me, in my senior years? My back too frail to truly enjoy an active outdoor lifestyle? My eyes too strained to read more than a few chapters?
Or should it have been years back, at the prime of my life, when I felt like I could conquer the world? When instead I chose to limit my world to the confines of work and routine?