Making Time
The big problem with attempting to keep New Year’s resolutions is that January 1st falls smack dab in the middle of the holidays. I mean, it’s really hard to start a diet with twenty-seven pounds of leftover candy in the house. And not only is it impossible to get organized amid the piles of Christmas residue waiting to be hauled to the attic, loft, or shed, but who really takes down their tree by the last day of the year? Seriously. I’d like a show of hands.
My suggested solution is to add another week between Christmas and New Year’s. The way I figure it, an extra week is almost a necessity. It would give me time to catch up on sleep after the holiday guests leave and let those leftovers in the fridge gather a bit of mildew so I won’t feel guilty about starving third-world children when I toss a metric ton of turkey in the trash. I could even spend a few days doing and eating whatever I want before tackling my list of resolutions. (Think: Mardi Gras.)
Yeah, one more week oughta do it.
Just how does one add a week to the calendar anyway? And if I can figure out how to pull off that little trick, then I could probably pop in some time whenever I get in a pinch, right? Running late for work because I grabbed one more donut and poured another cup of coffee to wash it down? Insert 15 minutes. Missed the nephew’s piano recital because I took a “quick” nap after work? Slip in an hour when no one’s looking. Piece of cake.
I suppose until some child genius invents a time-making machine, the best way for me to “make” more time is to quit wasting the 24/7 I already have. But with all the tempting time-tickers out there, it seems as though a huge time-sucking black hole is hovering over me, inhaling instants while I’m busy being unproductive.
After all, they say that “time is the only non-renewable resource we have.” If we spend our money, we can make more. If we lose our talent, we can practice and sharpen our skills once more. If we forget what we’ve learned, we can study and renew our knowledge base. Even if we lose our job, we can search for another. But when I waste my time, it’s gone. Kaput! Once a minute is spent, it can never be retrieved. That’s a depressing thought they came up with.
No, I don’t know who “they” are. In fact, I’m not even sure if you’re supposed to take the tree down by New Year’s Eve to keep the bad luck in the old year or leave it up until January to carry the good luck from last year into the new one. I once debated that issue until June when I went on vacation and the house-sitter took the tree down. He got a nasty reference.
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