Tuesday, February 26, 2013
It's not a huge amount of time, but it's 90 minutes. 90 minutes that don't involve cooking food, cleaning up, working, doing chores, or operating on anyone else's schedule but mine.
90 minutes of freedom, something I very rarely get to indulge in.
And I could not decide what to do with myself.
I debated doing lots of things. Go to the gym? Nah, I'd be getting a workout later (full court b-ball is no joke.) Go shopping? Nope, trying to save my pennies. Go for a walk? In the north end after dark by myself? No thank you.
I did so much humming and hawing, I ended up only having time to get takeout sushi from the place downstairs, eat it at my desk while playing on the computer, get changed in the office, and head to the school for our game.
I wasted my whole 90 minutes.
I don't know when I'll get 90 minutes to myself again. It could be months! Next time, I'll have a list of ideas prepared.
Go to the bookstore or a library and just browse, or even bring my book from home and sit somewhere with comfy chairs and enjoy an hour and a half of uninterrupted reading.
Go somewhere for dinner, somewhere that is not located directly below my office, somewhere I wouldn't normally get a chance to eat. Sit at a table by myself and order whatever the hell I would like to eat.
Take a walk in a new neighbourhood. Take some photos. Enjoy the change of scenery.
If there's a movie I want to see that starts at 4:30, go see it, even if it means I have to go by myself. Eat popcorn for dinner.
Get my car washed. Try on a ridiculous outfit, even if I'm not buying. Get my nails done.
Just don't ever waste 90 precious minutes again.