A childhood friend of mine I reconnected with on facebook, wrote to me about how she manages to over book every minute of every day, week after week. I read that, and thought how my waking life is essentially the antithesis of that statement.
I suppose when I was going to high school and cosmetology school and working, had a boyfriend and socialized with friends, I kept up a hectic schedule. Swapped college in there for high school and had that same schedule. I went to London, worked long days as an apprentice in an up and coming hair salon, and would go out after work to pubs and or to hair clients homes to make extra money. During that period in my life I had my one and only case of racing thoughts. So the rest of my life from age nineteen up until now, almost thirty-five, has been built upon never having that repeat. I was not built for a truly busy lifestyle.
When I know I have to work the next day, especially with a classroom full of children, I always go to bed at a reasonable hour. If I know I am taking classes and need to study, I make sure to leave empty room so I am bored enough to study.
While I am now in transition from a full-time classroom job, I work part-time, and have open cushions of time for studying math. I wake up on my own body clock every day except for the weekend days, when I am up early to tutor. When I am teaching, I am up every day between five and six am. But now? My body has nicely readjusted, 9:30am, now 10:30am with the time change of spring, seems to be my body clocks normal wake up hour.
I have time to love my small shih-tsu who crowds the doorway until he has received his requisite pets, scratches, and love. I come and write a few words or many words here in my media room. Then I exercise, go to the gym, or do yoga at home. Study math, then go to class, and to work. My schedule couldn’t be more conducive to studying a subject I was not fantastic at, but know with concentration I can understand and be good at.
I have padded my life with time cushions. My few favorite past times are going out occasionally for food. I love socializing if given a chance with the right people. I love to read, to write, sketch in quiet moments of people watching; and not forgetting, one of the only things that makes my heart race with joy and excitement these days, shopping the sample sales.
I believe out of necessity when I was getting my teaching credential for three years, and working as a substitute teacher, I learned to enjoy inexpensive activities, if not free. I had never had a lot of money, and still don’t. I suppose if I finally earn a decent salary I too might go on ski trips, or on more little weekend trips. But unless my husband made tons of extra money; he doesn’t, or I earn a decent salary; I don’t, I have learned to live a content life, with cushions of time as life’s and my gift to myself.