Time for this

I have discovered that the only way I will get spare time is to interject my busy time with twenty-second snippets of leisurely activity.

I have also discovered that I can work on essays for endless hours, if I just stop every minute or so and hit “next blog” button, reading little bits of random blogs throughout the day. I read blogs of all kinds from all over the world, although usually only a quick scan of the most recent post. Those that interest me are saved in my favourites for another day.

In other pockets of spare time, I might say hello to a friend on MSN, or get up and sample a little something from the fridge. If I’m really desperate, I’ll tidy up the room around me a little and then sit back down to resume typing my essay.

How sad it is that I must go to these lengths to get a bit of time for myself – tiny morsels of time that, disguised as they are under the appearance of productiveness, can hardly be of much quality at all. I long for a lifestyle – don’t we all – where there is time for people, time for laughter, time for that feeling of having nothing pressing you – tugging at your conscience, demanding to be addressed.

One day perhaps I will have that sort of time. But for now, it’s back to the essays for me.