Reading. Time reading is never ill spent, even if I’m not too fond of whatever I happen to be reading. Reading is a wonderful way to pass the time, to feed your mind, to learn, to escape… Even if I manage to forget much what I read, it was still time spent well.
My former mother-in-law thought time reading in the middle of the day was just about the most decadent thing ever. A person who was doing – cooking, cleaning, gardening, etc. – was spending time wisely. Reading wasn’t doing in her book. (And don’t even mention napping.) I do agree with her that doing is productive. But reading is productive as well.
Productive. To produce, create, generate. Time well spent should produce something.
I’ve mentioned here before that I am terrible when it comes to planning for myself. Many weekends I wind up irritated with myself because I didn’t plan for this time away from work. Plan to get things done, or plan for a little bit of fun. I ask myself if those weekend hours are then time well spent? At the end of each day I can point to ways that I was productive, though some of it repetitively so. Such as errands and laundry, cleaning.
Work hours can be just as confusing when asking whether we are productive – if I got things done, but not necessarily the things that I expected to do, was it time well spent? Was I productive? What if you did exactly what you expected to do but didn’t get the result that you expected? Was that time well spent, was it productive?
So much to do, so little time. The time that we get here is finite, spend it wisely. But was is time spent well when there is so much to do?
Reading. I’ll spend more time reading and think about this more later.
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