How I Spend My Time

I am conscious of how I spend my time… usually. I try to use my time well, but I admit I am not perfect. I volunteer and work a fulfilling job. I go for swims and bike rides often. During the morning, I read and knit. My evenings are spent cooking dinner with Michael and talking on the phone with my parents.

Last night, a sweet baby manatee followed me around on my paddleboard. That was time well spent. This evening, I put my phone away, and I went outside to do my yoga practice and enjoy the day’s final drops of sunshine. That was time well spent.

The question of whether or not I am spending my time well has been on my mind. I thought the line between time well spent and time wasted was blurry. I feared that it was impossible to know if I should spend my morning cuddled up with a good book or if there was something “better” I should be doing.

This line is not blurry at all. It is actually quite clear. Like a neighbor who you continue seeing out and about. Over time, you immediately recognize this neighbor, and you give them a friendly wave each time you see them. It has become much easier for me to notice and feel joy during moments well spent.

For me, this line is often drawn by emotions. I am rushed with a feeling of unapologetic, confident joy. A feeling only felt when you know that you are doing exactly what you are supposed to be doing.

Here are some examples.

Last weekend I went on a bike ride through The Everglades. The way that the wind tousled my hair when my bike and I picked up speed. The sound of frogs and dragonfly wings. All the sounds whispering in my ear that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Months ago, I went for a run. An unexpected drizzle turned into a full rain when I was far from home. On my way home, the rain stopped. It apologized for its interference by placing an incredible rainbow in the sky. The rainbow was a sign that there was not a better place in the world for me to be.

Some nights, I put down my work to pick up my knitting instead. Michael often makes me delicious tea that burns my tongue. It is on nights when my tea is the perfect temperature from the first sip, the volume of the music is just right, and the blanket lies perfectly over my feet that I know there is no place I would rather be.

I hope you find this feeling of contentment and joy often in your life.

How do you spend your time? When was the last time you thought, “This is exactly where I am supposed to be”?

I would love to hear about your moments.

With love and joy,

Kristen Mary Carolan

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