Time Well Wasted

I like to always be moving. Maybe not in a physical sense, like people with a chronic twitch, but moving forward--making progress--accomplishing something.  Time is a precious commodity which, in my mind, must be carefully maximized to achieve as much as possible. 

This mentality has served me extremely well through school, athletics, commitments, etc. But here in Cambridge, something strange and unknown has suddenly been thrust upon me: 

free time. 

Free time? What is free time? I hardly know quite what to do with it. 

And once again, I continue to be learning something from this incredible adventure. 

What do I do with free time?

I learn to walk down the paddock, smell the breeze from the pond, watch the ducklings waddle by. 

I learn to lay on the grass, and let myself nap in the sun. 

I learn to listen to my friends' laughter, and hear the soul, the beauty, echoing behind their smiles.

I learn to walk down the street near the river, stop in my path, and savor the scenery. 

In short, I'm discovering that time well wasted, is maybe not time wasted after all. 

Living in the moment--between appointments, due dates, margins, meetings--has so much to offer. I'm possibly the worst at doing so, but here, I am forced to stop. Slow down. Take a breath. No time, perhaps, is wasted, unless it's not enjoyed. 

Cheerio.