So over the past few weeks, I have been thinking – what is time really worth?

I’m not talking about monetary compensation to validate or direct how one spends their time, but rather, how much or how little time someone needs to feel that the time they have is worth spending on something.

Before coming to Saint John, I thought I had no time to do anything – the fact of the matter was, I had more time than I knew what to do with. I had so much time that I never had the opportunity to put a value on this time and use it towards something useful or productive – socially or self propelling (even though I tricked myself into believing I had).

I came home from work today, on a Saturday, and was thrilled that I had a few hours to spend without having to rush and prepare for the next day. All week long I was able to go to work, come home, have dinner, prepare my lunch for the next day, study some Italian, watch some TV, and even spend some time making some invaluable calls to friends and those whom I am affianced to (plural just sounded better!).

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, when you actually don’t have enough time to do what you want, you manage to do what you really need. I can’t wait to see what I may accomplish when I’m finally back and functioning amongst the civilized.

Thoughts?

R

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