I guard my seconds, stick to my schedules and attempt to squeeze every ounce of productivity I can from my workday. Likewise, I construct my playtime around the activities I enjoy. They revitalize and recharge my batteries and prime my creativity pump. The horror comes when my time is hijacked and those diamonds Horace Mann refers to, are gone forever.
If you woke one day to discover your stash of flawless jewels had disappeared, you would call the police, file an insurance claim and offer a reward for their return. Yet when your day filters away, lost forever, we shrug our shoulders, laugh, and forget about it. Are those moments any less valuable than diamonds?
How do you value your time?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer