I recently read about a girl who stopped wearing make-up for a weeklong period. One of her most significant findings? She had more time in the morning, time that wasn't being filled by her regular strategic face painting routine. Usually, I am not this girl. I have been wearing make-up since I found out they sold it at Toys-R-Us and I could pick it out as my "one toy" I was allowed to buy that week. Make-up seemed much more exciting than a doll or a train, and as a result I got to practice long before I should have been able to even put it on. An investment in my future, it was.
This morning was an exception. I made a decision to try out this bare-faced time saving trick and see if I couldn't use my newly available fifteen minutes to check in on my dusty, lovelorn blog.
Time is of the essence, and lately I have been totally fixated on time: the time I have (or don't have) to do what I love, how much time I spend each day on what I need to do versus what I want to do, and who besides me gets the majority of my time when I'm not working, trying to wake up to start working, coming home from work or obsessing over a way to work less so that I can spend less time working. All of the possibilities are worth investigation; it is always important of find new ways to build the life I desire to live in, but at a certain point, sacrifices need to be made to really squeeze in what we love if we really do love it. This morning, I sacrificed my foundation and lipgloss. At least if I get sent home because someone thinks I look sick (usually the case when I am sans-foundation), I'll have a whole lot more time to write than I do now.
I don't particularly jive with the word sacrifice in most contexts. I tend to think it implies we must live without certain creature comforts we shouldn't necessarily have to live without in order to have what we really want. In many cases, that can lead to the exact opposite of the balance we're seeking. Take for example, a former student with tremendous student loan debt. That student can choose to live on rice and beans for all the years it takes to pay off their debt in the largest chunks possible, and then get to live in the promise of being debt free now that they've probably spent the majority of their twenties being hungry, cranky and sans any body fat (that last one could be a plus for a few of us, but not my point…) This is a highly respectable choice, no doubt. On the other hand, there is the student who pays back their loans on a manageable schedule, taking a little longer to pay them off but throwing in some extra cash when they can really afford it, prioritizing day-to-day well being (and a larger variation of snack choices) into their life. Both ways of living are perfectly acceptable, but me? I choose the second. Why? Because I believe we're all pretty pumped up about sacrifice in a way that doesn't match reality. In order to have true happiness, we must give ourselves time, space and abundance in order to be the person we were trying to sacrifice so much in order to be. Each day of our lives counts in this process.
What's my point? It's Monday morning, I'm going on and on about time management and even though I'm without mascara, I'm still probably going to be fifteen minutes late to work since I chose to sit down and write this. My point is that time is of the essence for you to nurture your essence, but that small "sacrifices" and tiny adjustments can be all that's needed to make room for what really matters. Maybe you can quit your day job someday, maybe you can hire a nanny soon to make more time for mama bear, but while you're deliberating, there's a little time waiting for you to jump into it right now.
Time expands when we make little choices to take care of ourselves. Time expands when we do what we love. It's counterintuitive: I'm always on the hunt for more time to do both of those things yet I lose so much of it in my obsession process. Somehow I gain so much of it when I take life up on the shorter periods of time is has to offer me.
If time is an invention of the mind, then the time we have for what we love is more of a decision of the mind than anything else. Today, I will make time where I believe there is none to take care of what's really important. When I feel like I can't, I'll look back and trust and remember that I am infinitely more abundant when I take life's small offerings and give my biggest offerings to fill them. In five minutes, I can still be infinite.