A Waste of Time

Do you ever feel like you've wasted your day?  Where has the time gone?
I spend a lot of time looking for things. But I make such wonderful discoveries during my searches. I find treasures that have been buried in the deepest recesses of drawers, boxes and cabinets. So really, it is not a waste of time. The unearthed trinkets are obviously important to me or I wouldn’t have stashed them. Then I take a walk down memory lane, which counts as exercise, and travel back in time, which counts as a vacation. And usually I become unstressed and forget about my frantic search to find some silly paper for 2010 income tax, which counts as therapy. So never mind. Searching doesn’t count as a time waster.

I spend a tremendous amount of time knitting, because I’m not very good at sitting still watching the telly or riding in a car. If my hands are occupied I’m not as hyperactive. I feel productive although I’m just sitting on my patootie.  So actually knitting counts as relaxation, which we all need, and a sense of accomplishment, which is good for the ego. Usually it takes me months to knit a baby blanket or an afghan to give as a gift for a birth or a wedding. I could purchase one quickly for far less money.But hopefully the receiver knows that it was made with love. “Wow! I must be special. She spent a lot of time working on this just for me.” Making someone feel special is important. I also knit little animals for Alekzander. He’s too young to understand that his Mia made it with love. But the creatures make me laugh and his parents appreciate them. Laughter is good for the soul. Therefore, I’m not wasting time making gifts.

I guess I just wasted my time blogging about time wasters. But now I feel less guilty about how I use my time to the fullest every day.