It’s not about having time or finding time. It’s about making time.
I got up at 5:30am Saturday for the first Saturday School of testing season. I was dreading it, but I realized when I got home that I was fine and that it felt like my day was double in length. I decided to set my alarm for 6am this morning and try this whole getting up early thing out on my one off day.
See, my weekends usually revolve around my toddler son. I need to hyperfocus to write and I can’t do that with him climbing all over me. Thus, I write on school vacations when he is at daycare.
I got up at 6:15, sliding out of bed without him stirring, and snuck into the office. I had 3 hours to myself, which I used to reacquaint myself with my planning notebook and cards for Rush of Blood, type previously handwritten chapters, and plan for this blog.
It felt so good to have me time and, even though Saturday School took up a fourth of my weekend, I feel as though I had a longer and more fulfilling weekend because of it. I’m not even dreading going back to work tomorrow already because I feel happier. One of my professors once told us that sometimes we have to ask ourselves what we need and make time for it. I guess it’s true that you’ll never find the time if you don’t make it.
What do you need? How do you make time for the important things in your life?