“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”
― Wall Street Journal

One phrase I’m working to eradicate from my vocabulary is: “I don’t have time.”

It’s one that I can use fairly frequently; at more times than others, depending on what is going on in our life. But it’s such an easy catch phrase: “I don’t have time.”

In a sense, this phrase is truth: we don’t have an endless supply of time. What we do, however, have is a choice. Every day we choose what we’re going to do with the time in our day and what choices get priority. For most of us that includes: sleep, eating, working and oh, so much more.

Every morning, I choose to check my email, Facebook and the news. I could say, “I don’t have time to journal. I don’t have time to work on my quilt. I don’t have time to write a letter.” The fact is, however, I place other things (including frivolous things, such as chocolate consumption or internet surfing!) as a higher priority in my life. I don’t have time for my hobbies or even, ouch, relationships because I don’t choose to use my time towards those things.

There’s something of a freedom to be found in this realization. Time isn’t just ‘getting’ away from me. I’m choosing it away. Sometimes out of necessity (rest for a pregnant woman is a necessity!), but all the same: it is my choice, when all is said and done.

So, today, I: choose to see the midwife for a prenatal appointment, I choose to go to work to help support our family, I choose to make dinner for my husband and  me, I choose to take care of him while he’s sick with a cold. And I just might choose to squeeze a little time to working on a baby quilt instead of dusting the living room.

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