Well another week (and weekend) has whizzed by. Once again, missing many of things I had intended to do. I realize I may need to set myself some specific blog targets. How often to write? What to write? How about some sneaky ‘weekly’ ideas to up the post count? That does feel a little like a cheat’s way of getting out of doing my homework, although I do enjoy that structure on other blogs I read regularly. Funny how I can keep up with them easier than I can my own!
Time is such an odd thing. You’d expect it to be precise. An hour is an hour. It’s sixty minutes. It’s quite a lot of seconds. (Maths isn’t my strong point.) But it doesn’t actually work like that. An hour spent chatting with a good friend isn’t half as long as hour spent deep cleaning the kitchen. As my grandpa used to say when encouraging early nights, “An hour before midnight is worth two after.”
I’ve realised lately that making the most of time is a skill I need to improve on. I am getting there – I miss swimming regularly and know I need to do some exercise yet have so little time. So I’ve got into gardening with gusto. My hour in the gym is an hour in the garden. It fits in with my life, gets me out in the fresh air, and (hopefully) I get to enjoy the results too.
I went to give blood yesterday (if you don’t, you should – blood.co.uk) and looked on with envy at those who’re well ahead of me in the making the most of time test. A significant number of those waiting had come prepared with a book. So keeping a book in my bag is my next lesson learnt.
Anyway, I must get on…