We are already three months into 2021 and when I look back, it is crystal clear that I am not the same person I was back in March of 2020. Enduring the past 365 days with all its trials and tribulations was not easy for anyone. Although it seems like a decade has passed, along with it, is a world view I had not given much thought too and the short list of gratitude that I had. Challenges abounded at every turn both intrinsically and extrinsically. There was no area that was not left shrouded in the cloak of mundane responsibilities or the platitude of “there aren’t enough hours in a day.” Gradually, hours became days… for many of us, it seemed as though we had time on tap.
We had time to think about all things we wanted to do but never did. We had time to think about the things we wanted to say but never said. We had time to think about all the things we do for the sake of doing them. We had time evaluate whether we are living up to our potential. We had time to contemplate our purpose. We had time to inspect all the cracks that began to show in our relationships and motivations.
With that in mind, as we gallop toward reopening, I find myself contemplating how I will reallocate my time. I find myself thinking about what matters most and being mindful of squandering my time for fruitless outcomes that ultimately make me feel unpleasant and drained. I find myself making concrete plans to do the things I always wanted to do as opposed to thinking of these things as abstract ideas that hypothetically take place in the obscure future. I find myself looking at the time that I have as the most cosmically valuable asset and intent to invest it in ways that will mature my well being and those around me – mind, body and spirit.