So we were given an extra hour last night. What did you do with yours? I spent mine in the bath, did some art work. Did some cooking and sat down with my husband to drink a cup of coffee. It felt like a long luxurious Sunday morning. What a gift.
So, as I was sat doing my artwork and looking out at the garden I was musing. "Wouldn't it be great to have 25 hours a day as a matter of course. Look how much more life I could live. I could get up to date and finish all those pending tasks. I could make all my own Christmas presents and not buy into the consumerist frenzy hovering on the horizon. I could deepen and enrich my relationships. What a great idea. Why don't we just extend the day by an hour?!"
And then it dawned on me that my reasoning was faulty. Given an extra hour each day, it would be devoted to cramming in the work, climbing the endless ladder or escaping into unrealistic television programmes. Being up to date and having nothing on the 'to do' list is a scary prospect. That would challenge me to live. The issue for me is not that there are not enough hours in the day, but that I hide away in activities and behaviours that do not enhance my life, but whittle it away in the name of 'virtue' 'profit' and 'hard work'. I go further into denial of this waste by watching TV and playing computer games.
I know for me that mindful living is the way forward. It is harder for me to be so time wasteful if I am aware of it, but this involves taking time to stop and be. Perhaps an hour a day would do it.....