Free time. Time that’s FREE! Is there any greater luxury? Moments of quiet sitting. Minutes of contemplative reflection. Of listening to the music only you can hear. Of singing the song your soul longs to sing.
My leisure time is spent getting reacquainted with myself. I sit on my bed, under a fluffy blanket and let the daydreams take me on a journey back to me. I let my mind wander free, and it buzzes like a bee drinking the sweet nectar of promise, of dreams, of what I still could be.
I delight myself in the thoughts that are authentic and true, the ones unshaken by the damage that the world can do, when we let its problems sink in too deeply.
I sit and breathe. By the glow of my little window, I breathe in the quiet peacefulness, and I breathe out the darkness of unrequited loves and disappointments.
And then when I am me again, wholeheartedly, only then do I reach for a book to read, a song to listen to, or a loved one with whom to speak. I grasp the things that will enhance the enjoyment that I have found in that beautifully rare time of respite and repose.
Leisure time is a treasure chest, and it’s most valuable gift to me, is me. Bucket filled; energy and good nature restored, I can once again pour into my family, and into my work the best parts of me, the parts worth sharing with the world.
Musings of Roxanne LoMarc 