Making Time

Last week I made a lot of time. I never realized I could do that: make time. I thought it would require much more magic than I thought possible of my mere mortal self. It turns out, though, that “making time” is actually more of a shuffling of priorities than true magic (depending on your perspective). You shift a few things around, decide what tasks can actually wait for another time and voila! You’ve made time.

​All that making of time is exhausting! I arrived at Monday thinking, “whew! It’s been a long week!” before I realized it was, in fact, the first or second day of the week depending on your calendar settings. So today, I made some more time. I stood above the cauldron and stirred, whispered some magic sounding words, neglected the records I still had yet to enter for the last two weeks (a victim of all that making of time) and poof! I made some time to can tomatoes before it was too late.

Tonight, I think I’ll sacrifice the vacuuming to make time to visit our neighbor. The more time I make, the easier the making of time seems. I guess magic is like anything else: it takes practice. Let me go wave my magic wand around in the name of practice.