{"id":6462,"date":"2011-02-16T18:27:53","date_gmt":"2011-02-17T00:27:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=6462"},"modified":"2011-02-16T18:27:53","modified_gmt":"2011-02-17T00:27:53","slug":"who-has-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2011\/20110216-6462.htm","title":{"rendered":"Who has time?"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Who has time?” Lisa asks<\/a> about a couple who kissed for 46 hours.<\/p>\n

I ask myself the same question when people talk about, well, just about anything these days.<\/p>\n

“Who has time?”<\/p>\n

Certainly not I.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

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.)<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Ten and a half hours later, I slung my bag onto my shoulder and left work.<\/p>\n

Who has time?<\/p>\n

Certainly not me.<\/p>\n

I intended to only work 8 hours today.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Who has time?<\/p>\n

Not me. Not two hours, definitely.<\/p>\n

But I decided that even though I didn’t have time, I’d take some time today.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

But today, I looked at my schedule and decided I’d make time.<\/p>\n

I’d make what time I had.<\/p>\n

I jaunted out to my car, put on my socks and tennies, and went for a walk.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I returned to my desk refreshed, rejuvenated, alive.<\/p>\n

I didn’t have the time. My list for tomorrow may be longer for having taken a half hour to walk today.<\/p>\n

But my heart is lighter, my step springier, my life more blessed and more willing to bless.<\/p>\n

I may not HAVE the time.<\/p>\n

But I’m discovering that I HAVE to MAKE the time.<\/p>\n

There’s not enough time to not take time for what’s important.<\/p>\n

Make the time.<\/p>\n

Make the most of the moments you have.<\/p>\n

And head over to Lisa Notes…<\/a> to read the reflection that inspired my reflections.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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