When I started chucking stuff out I was sure I’d find this magical well of extra time but it has remained elusive and I’ve only just realised why.
I have been filling that extra time with work. It’s not how it was supposed to be.
Last weekend I flew to Ireland to see my dad and grandad, taking my oldest nephew, who will be five years old at the end of month, with me for a little trip.
On Saturday night I had to work for a few hours. My nephew, who was sitting next to me on the sofa, leaned over to me and said: ‘Auntie Chelle, I think you’ve done enough writing now’.
He was right. The time I had set aside to spend with my family was been sucked up by work.
I should have organised my time better or, better still, not have taken the work on in the first place (I’m self-employed) and I wouldn’t have been stuck with my head in a laptop on a Saturday evening rather than playing with my nephew or chatting to my dad.
Minimalism does give you more time and that’s important. But it’s even more important to be mindful of what you fill that time with.
Amazing what a five year old can teach you isn’t it!