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A realization on time management

This past Saturday I was talking to a friend from church and I asked him how many evenings a week he was home. I was surprised to find that he had only 3 nights A MONTH that were cyclically preoccupied. I find that a relaxing week consists of just being home more evenings than I am away (which, if you are doing the math, is being home 4 nights a week).

In college I would fill every evening with something to do, as there was always someone to fill it with--movies, games, activities, hanging out, etc. would preoccupy anytime that wasn't filled with homework or practice. Since being married, I have discovered that staying at home for dinner still counts as a date, and is still preoccupied with someone's time; and is just as fun! Since having a child, I have discovered that children need bedtimes, and bedtimes come every night. As it turns out, the rest of the world probably finds my friend's schedule to be more appetizing than mine, and I am slowly figuring out the same.

Next post: learning how to say 'no'.


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