Saving Time

I'm skimming this week's Time Magazine, picking and choosing what I read, trying to make short work of something that usually takes the better part of a week to get through. Two days since the magazine arrived, and I'm almost through with it. So far so good.

I stopped a very nice neighbor a minute into a story she was telling because she'd told me the same story the day before. I'm in the habit of being a people pleaser, so I've listened to a lot of stories more than once, but no more Mr. Nice Guy.

I didn't make a salad for dinner the other night. There was a touch of fresh spinach in the chicken wraps I made, and corn on the cob on the side. A nice green salad would have been perfect, but that would have taken another 15 minutes of my time.

Writing a book, getting a garden ready for the local garden tour, working, keeping our house somewhat clean and my family fed, blogging . . . there's not enough hours in the day.

A lot of people juggle a lot more than I do every day, so I'm not complaining, but I have challenged myself to find more time for writing. I can be a skimmer; I can try to have the courage to extract myself from a conversation I'd rather not be in; I can rid myself of possessions that require time to dust, clean, fix or store.

Tick, tick, tick.