Time in weeks

Make it count.

My Aunt Jennie passed on recently. She was beauty inside and out. She made me feel beautiful. That's such a gift, isn't it? To be able to make people feel their beauty, feel their potential. 

She must have know her own beauty, her own worthiness, to be able to see that in others. 

Her passing has me thinking about time, too. Of course it does.

In her inspiring book The Writing Life, Annie Dillard says, "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing."

I like to think of time in weeks rather than days. It's less pressure. There are too many things I want to do, too much I want to accomplish in a day. I can't do it all. But in a week? I can work with that. I can do most things I want to do in a week. 

I remember not long ago a conversation with a friend who was bemoaning a capitalist society, especially in the times of Covid, and not having time to make her art because she was too busy just trying to make money. Trying to survive. I get that and I don't. 

Of course money is important. It's also true that you have to make time for what you love. And good news – what we love is life-giving. It almost gives us time back in a weird way. It gives us energy. And somehow that creates more time. It's kinda magic.

You don't need a huge chunk of time either. Some of the best poems I ever wrote were done over my lunch hour. Some of my favorite drawings, sketched while waiting for flights, doctor appointments, kid's practices.

If it's important to you, you make it happen. And what shows up is what you leave behind. 

Jump + pray + make it count —

Joce