Who has time?

“Who has time?” Lisa asks about a couple who kissed for 46 hours.

I ask myself the same question when people talk about, well, just about anything these days.

“Who has time?”

Certainly not I.

I don’t have time to clean my house. I don’t have time to watch a movie. I don’t have time to do the projects I love. I don’t have time to read the books I so enjoy.

My work manages to take up as much time as I allow it, and I find that I might be a bit of a work-a-holic.

If I were an hourly employee, I wouldn’t have been able to come to work today because I’d already have exceeded my 40 hours in the week (Our pay periods end on Wednesdays.)

But I’m not an hourly employee–and I had some prep to do for a meeting at 10:30, so I was at work at 7 this morning.

Ten and a half hours later, I slung my bag onto my shoulder and left work.

Who has time?

Certainly not me.

I intended to only work 8 hours today.

I knew I had to be early. I knew I had to stay late. I planned on taking a couple hours out of the middle.

I realized my plans for long lunch were futile when I’d barely made a dent in my list of people to chart on by the time lunch rolled around–and I still had two meetings to attend in the afternoon.

Who has time?

Not me. Not two hours, definitely.

But I decided that even though I didn’t have time, I’d take some time today.

Usually when I go to work, I work from the moment I get there to the moment I leave at night. I eat at my desk while looking over weights or brainstorming new systems or talking over some detail with my dietary manager.

But today, I looked at my schedule and decided I’d make time.

I’d make what time I had.

I jaunted out to my car, put on my socks and tennies, and went for a walk.

I wandered the neighborhood. I found a road that took me to a corn field through which I could see my church (but that unfortunately did not go through, though that had been my original aim). I waved my hand and toodled a cheery hello to an old man out raking his lawn.

I returned to my desk refreshed, rejuvenated, alive.

I didn’t have the time. My list for tomorrow may be longer for having taken a half hour to walk today.

But my heart is lighter, my step springier, my life more blessed and more willing to bless.

I may not HAVE the time.

But I’m discovering that I HAVE to MAKE the time.

There’s not enough time to not take time for what’s important.

Make the time.

Make the most of the moments you have.

And head over to Lisa Notes… to read the reflection that inspired my reflections.