Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Time is My Most Precious Asset

Lately, I have been pushed and pulled in many directions.  My cell phone has become a ball and chain.  Email consumes me.  Everyone needs me.  Everyone demands my  time.  However, time is my most precious asset.

I navigate these moments trying to figure out how to do what it is that I am expected to do, but yet maintain my life and find a center point in the day.  Most other people could care less that my life is being intruded upon.  It is like a thief in the night that visits you all day long.

I try to push back, but it seems like it takes more energy then I have to give.  I become exhausted by the fight and by the pushing back.  Yet, no one seems to care.  They hold the baseball bat of what is expected over my head, waiting to make me flinch if I dare stand up and say no.

I feel like I'm in a room full of children that won't take "NO" for an answer.  Even if they hear "NO" the first time, they keep asking and demanding as if you had not said it moments ago.  It becomes irritating and more stressful than words can describe.  It begins to haunt me day and night.

I know that my time is my most precious asset, but where is the give and take in life.  Does greed and control dominate my time?   I question where my life is headed.  I'm not a willing participant in letting everyone rob me of my most precious asset.

Where I go from here and how I draw the line in the sand is yet to be determined.  It has come front and center for me, so I can no longer ignore the thieves who steal my time.  I can no longer give my time away freely or under threat, because at the end of my life, I doubt these moments will be what matters most.

Time is my most precious asset and today, I am drawing a line in the sand.  I'm concerned though that someone will wash away the line and I will be forced once again to draw another line in the sand.  I just wish that humans would respect each other enough to understand that time is our most precious asset.

Blog Post And Images (c) 4/22/15 by Don Shetterly

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