Stealing time

I’m sitting outside on a beautiful sunny day. My face is thirsty for sunlight after the gray wintry days. I’m thinking I would like to write, but I don’t have time. There are so many things to do. Priorities for the day, people to meet, and a waiting e-mail list.

How about I steal 20 minutes of my precious time to enter the present moment? Time to get in touch with my heart; time to grow closer to my inner most feelings; time to converse with my soul? Time knocks at my door. It speaks, and it beckons for a mere 20 minutes to speak with my soul. It knocks again and it’s at my door. It wants to speak. Can I let it in? Can I share 20 min of my precious time for a the sake of being fully alive?

When we let ourselves steal minutes as gifts to ourselves, our lives become sweeter, our temperament become sweeter. We are no longer envious bystanders standing on the sidelines and muttering, “I’d love to, but …”

The myth that we must have “time”— more time— in order to create, is a myth that keeps us from using the time we do have.” Julia Cameron

Well, I just stole a few minutes of your precious time, and I want to invite you to even more dialogue.

How about stealing some time for yourself and coming to the dance floor?

Every time I’m given myself permission to dance, I gift myself time to listen to myself. I gift myself permission to treat myself with love and respect, like I would treat a best friend.

And you Dear Friend, I encourage you to do the same.

Are you able to steal some time for yourself and come to the dance floor?