Joy and time management - they don't always go together that well, guess that's where 'sa le vie' comes from!

So what happens when you are completely filled with joy and you find yourself with a few moments to yourself? (cause lets face it, in this day and age between work, love life, friends, eating, cleaning and keeping fit there isn’t a lot of moving room)

When there are so many things in this world that make you feel happy that you can’t pick which one to use this precious hour or so before you have to either go to bed or watch neighbours...
Play my music? Write a poem? Write in my blog? Do something romantic for my lover? Ring a friend and chat and chat about anything and everything? Write a song? Go for a walk in the sunshine? Listen to some music? Stop and smell the roses? Paint?

Ah, the dilemma of how to manage time and also spend it wisely on what makes us happy! The answer? Any of them! Seize the day! Write, play violin, paint! But that means there is no time for my walk, or smelling the roses (oh maybe I could squeeze the roses in as they are sitting right in front of me). And before I know it I feel stressed at the thought that my time will end before I finish these things. The other answer? MAKE time. Don’t watch neighbours. Don’t go to sleep. Though then we pay in other ways. E.g. not being able to work and then not being able to afford to eat!

Oh it IS a predicament!! So what shall I do? All and none of the above. I am going to be full of glee(oh I LOVE that show!) and do what takes my fancy. Prioritise what makes me happiest and also I have possibly neglected for a while. There’s my violin. Time to learn some more! That will make me happy J Time to have a long shower. Time to... whatever. Exsist in this moment for what it is. Pure ecstasy. No drug could make me feel this high. Why? Because it’s impermanent (but hey drugs can make you feel good too, but it’s not a natural good).
What drug am I hooked on? Life. I’m hooked on the moments that are passing me by as I type. I’m hooked on now. I’m hooked on this. I’m hooked on you. I’m hooked on me. I’m hooked! What a cool word. Or it is right this second anyways. I’m aware this is awefully corny and happy and guess what? I love that!! Gotta grab these things as they occur.

Chow, off to do something amazing with my moments (infact I'm practising whilst waiting for this to load - ooooh multitasking! Mind you still enjoy it though)

xox Eagle 24/04/2010