Mañana…

ten-minutes

Just a few quick thoughts today.

I was chatting with a friend recently, both of us in our early sixties, and we agreed how much we both simply assume there will be loads of tomorrows to do what we want. And hopefully we will have those tomorrows. Barring illness or accident, lifespans are getting longer. We could both easily have another twenty years or more.

I think it’s really healthy to have lots of plans and ideas for the future. Unless… well you know what I’m going to say, don’t you? Unless we get trapped in a kind of ennui or alternatively daily busy-ness and keep putting off our tomorrows. Maybe like me you have a day job which takes up absurd amounts of time. Maybe you’re caring for dependents. Maybe dealing with your own illness or incapacity.

I have this tendency to think in terms of grand plans. Nothing’s worth doing unless I have absolutely weeks or months to give to it. The gorgeous home, the book. But I just this week realised (OK, I’m a slow learner!) that even if I only only have the odd ten minutes here and there it will help. This has only taken me ten minutes to write, it isn’t perfect and doesn’t have to be, because in a very small way it’s moving my writing further along.

What about you? What are you going to spend the odd ten minutes on this week?

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